You're My One and Only.(Completed)

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  • Published: 30 Sep 2013
  • Updated: 19 Dec 2014
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Delilah Rhodes, is a 19 year old single mother, she has had a troubled past that only her best friend, best friends family, and brother know about. Her father died, she didn't know who her mother was, and her brother was always away with the army. Read and see what happens when Delilah meets one very special guy in a night club. Will it all be smooth sailing, or will something break them? Will it all end happily ever after?


4. A day in bed.

Delilah’s POV

I woke up to the smell of Harry.

I turned over and noticed his shirt, phone, beanie, and shoes were on the floor, and bedside table. Harry slept in here last night.. I needed to talk to my bestfriend! I grabbed my phone real quick off my bedside table, and dialed Casey’s number.. It rang a couple of times until she answered..



“who’s this?”

“Seriously? Its Delilah..”

“Oh sorry, I was still asleep, I didn’t check who it was, I just answered.. What’s up?”

“Uh.. well.. Harry and I.. uh.. We kissed last night..”

”You what?”

“We kissed.. and then he slept in my bed..”

“Really? No way!”

Then in the back ground I heard,

“Who is it? Tell them to go away..”

“Casey, Who was that?”

“Ahh.. no one you know..”

Then I heard,

“Go away, Casey’s busy..”

That’s when I recognized the voice!


“Uhh what? No..”

“Don’t lie, I know his voice anywhere.. Are use..?”

“Uhm.. Kind of.. How about we catch up today, sounds like we need a catch up, and we’ll talk about everything..”

“Yeah alright. I have to go anyway. Bye”

Just as I hung up, Harry walked in with a big tray of food, and shirtless! Perfect way to start the day!

“What is this?” I asked looking up at him as he sat on the bed handing me the tray.

“Breakfast is served.”

“Oh Harry! You shouldn’t have!” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes I should have, and I want to keep doing this.. For a very long time.” he said taking some fruit.

I looked at the tray, there was French toast, bacon and eggs, pancakes, and a small fruit salad, and also what looks like freshly squeezed orange juice.

“This looks amazing Harry. Thank you..”

“Anytime beautiful.” He said starting to get up.

“Where do you think your going? You get back here and help me eat all of this. I won’t eat it all on my own!” He sat back down, and took some French toast.

I turned on my TV, and we laid in bed watching cartoons all morning. This was perfect.

I almost forgot about the boys. I was meant to be picking them up at 11:30. I grabbed my phone and text Dallas.

‘Dally, because you forgot to mention that your sleeping with my bestfriend, you can pick your nephews up at 11:30, and spend the day with them out of the house.

Also, tell Casey that we have to do catch ups tomorrow or something.

I have plans.


I don’t have to explain myself to either of them. If I want to change plans, and want the house empty, I can do that. I put my phone down, and glanced at Harry, who was already staring at me.

"Stop staring at me..” I said going red.

“I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful..” I turned to Harry and said

“We have the house to ourselves all day. Dallas is with the boys.”

“Let’s spend it in bed all day? Getting to know each other better.” He said with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan!” I said grinning.

Harry and I laid in bed all day watching movies, and getting to know each other so much better. It was amazing. There was so much about Harry that I didn’t know.

“The Girl of My Bestfriend, by Elvis Presley, was the first song I knew all the words to.”

“Really?” I questioned. “The first one I knew all the words too was Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield. It’s my all time favorite song!”

“You can sing?”

I nodded. “Yeah kind of, I sing to the boys a lot.” I laughed.

“Sing too me?” Harry asked

“Nooo.. I only ever sing to the boys.”

“Please Delilah?” he begged giving me the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“okay okay.. Only a little bit though. What song?”

“Anything you want.” He said turning around to watch.

“Alright. Here goes.. don’t expect big things.” I said sitting up properly. I started to sing….


'I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart

But you've got being right down to an art

You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall

You're a regular original, a know-it-all

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else,


Okay, so you're a rocket scientist

That don't impress me much

So you got the brain but have you got the touch

Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright

But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much


I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket

And a comb up his sleeve-just in case

And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it

'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place,


Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else'


I looked up at Harry, and noticed he was getting his phone out of his pocket.

I started blushing a little, when we made eye contact, but kept singing.


Harrys POV

Delilah said she could kind of sing.

Oh my god!

I grabbed my phone out to capture this!

She was amazing!


'Okay, so you're Brad Pitt

That don't impress me much

So you got the looks but have you got the touch

Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright

But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much


You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine

You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

I can't believe you kiss your car good night

C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else


Okay, so you've got a car

That don't impress me much

So you got the moves but have you got the touch

Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright

But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much


You think you're cool but have you got the touch

Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright

But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night

That don't impress me much


Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...

Oo-Oh-Oh That don't impress me much!



Alright! Alright!


You're Tarzan!

Captain Kirk maybe.

John Wayne.


That don't impress me much!'

(Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much.)


She finished up, and jumped back into bed with me.

“It wasn’t that good.”

“Delilah, are you kidding me right now? That was amazing love!”

“If you say so…” she said looking at me in a little bit of shock.

“No really Dell, I’ve seen some talented people, and well.. some not very talented people, you are by far one of the very talented people!” I said making her blush.

“Thanks Harry. That means a lot. I only normally sing for the boys.” She said while grabbing a lolly snake from the packet.

“So, before you went on Xfactor, what did you want to do?” she asked, shoving the snake in her mouth.

“Well, I always wanted to be a lawyer, so probably studying to be one.” I said while scrolling through Twitter. “What did you want to do before the boys came along?”

“Well I love baking, so probably become a Pastry Chef, open my own patisserie.” She said while flicking through the tv channels.

“You can bake?” I asked. “Don’t tell the other lads in my band! They’d never leave you alone.” I said laughing.

“Yeah. I do bake a fair bit. Those muffins that are on the bench, I baked them..”

“No way! I thought you brought them! They were delicious!”

“Nope, I made them.” She said smiling at me. “You know Harry, you don’t even have to tell me anything, I can just google you..” she said giggling. “That would probably tell me more about you then you even know about yourself.”

“Yeah, more then likely. Don’t believe everything you read in the magazines, or online. Most of the time, its just rumors..” I said slightly sighing.

“Don’t worry Harry. I don’t believe everything I read.” She said putting her arm around me.

I sat up putting my arm around her as well, and we sat there for about an hour just watching cartoons on abc.

I got out my phone and decided to make a tweet.

@harry_styles ‘Spent the whole day in bed talking, laughing, and watching cartoons with the most amazing and beautiful person! I’ve had the best week ever!’

I attached a photo which was the Tv, with the end of the bed in it, with mine and Delilah's feet hanging out the end of it.

I got heaps of tweets back from people asking things like ‘Have you got a girlfriend?’ ‘Who with?’ and then there was the usual ones like ‘I love you Harry’ ‘marry me’ ‘follow me’ and blah blah blah.

I didn’t answer anyone back, or do anything else. I just locked my phone, and went back to the cartoons.

“We better get up now Harry. Everyone will be home soon. I don’t want the boys to know that you and I spent all day in bed together. Plus, I need a shower and get dressed..” Deli said jumping up out of bed.

“Don’t change… I think you look so bloody sexy in that t-shirt!” I said making her giggle.


“What? Its true.”

“I’m going to shower.”

“Fine. I’ll have one too..” I said getting up.

“What?” she stopped and turned around looking at me.

“In the other bathroom I mean.. Sorry..” I said realizing it hadn’t come out the way I’d meant for it too.

“That’s alright.” She said walking into the bathroom closing the door.

Delilah’s POV

I closed the door behind me leaving Harry to leave or whatever he was doing.

I slipped my shirt of and just looked into the mirror.

I had multiple scars over my stomach, and my back.

Cigarette burns, small cuts from where I was thrown through a glass table, and then there was one scar that stood out more then the rest.

The one that made me hate myself.

Made me feel ugly.

I lightly rubbed my fingers over it feeling every bump.

I was stabbed by my ex boyfriend, right before I had the boys. Luckily it missed anything vital, and that I didn’t lose the boys. The boys were born early because of the stabbing. Xavier has a scar on his stomach as well, but it’s only little.

He came home early from work one day, and I was sitting on the couch, he wanted to have sex, but because I was so far along in my pregnancy, I was so uncomfortable, and sex can also bring on labor, I said no..

That was one huge mistake. He started belting me, like usual, he left me and walked into the kitchen.

I’d just gotten up, and he walked back into the lounge with a knife.

I started crying saying, okay we can, but he said I was too late, and he stabbed me.

He then left, leaving me on the floor to bleed to death. I was just lucky that the neighbor had heard me screaming, and knew that he was violent, he came over and found me, and called them ambulance.

I still keep in contact with my old neighbor. I don’t see them all that often though because I moved away.

I moved to where my dad was from a little town called Warrnambool.

My ex went to Jail, but I had to leave town. I hated it there.

Casey, and her family moved with me as well. Casey’s family is my family as well.


I quickly hoped in the shower, washed my hair, and then hoped out.

I grabbed my coconut body butter, and put some on my legs, and arms.

I wrapped my towel around myself, and walked back into my room.

I got out a pair of black skinny jeans, and my favorite One Tree Hill jumper. (For those who watch OTH the grey one Lucas wears all the time.)

I just let my hair air dry, and walked out into the kitchen to get dinner ready.

It was 3:30, but I thought I’d get it ready anyway.

I decided that we’d have chicken parma’s , with scalloped potatoes (potatoes sliced, then cooked with bacon pieces, cream, and cheese) with honey carrots, and cauliflower and broccoli with cheese sauce.

Dallas and the twin’s favorite.

I started preparing dinner, and Harry walked out.

He was wearing Skinny jeans, and his purple Jack Wills jumper, and his bear beanie.

“What are you cooking?” he asked sitting on the bench stool opening the paper.

“Dinner” I laughed

“Well I know that.. What’s for dinner?”

“Well you’ll have to wait and see wont you.”

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