Why I Never Told You ( Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Another Styles?

I've been shopping with Eleanor for several hours. Not long after Harry asked me to come to this'event' Eleanor rushed into my office introducing herself and dragging me out. I decided to go with black, I haven't found my dress yet, but I did find my shoes, Gucci,  black satin platform pumps! They are absolutely beautiful!

After searching for annother hour Eleanor had finally found the perfect shoes to match the deep purple dress she had bought a few days prior. "Aren't they gorgeous?" she exclaimed holding up the sparkly peep toed pumps. I laugh, nodding my head as we leave the store. "How about lunch? You find us a table and I'll go get us food?" she gestures to the food court. "Yeah sounds great,I'm starving!" I quickly follow after her before going to find a seat.

As I'm looking for an empty table my phone buzzes, I quickly dig through my bag trying to find it. Grabbing it out, I open the text,

Dylan: Hey, I stopped by your salon, your freind Tara said you took a job with One Direction?  Anyway I'm in town for a couple of weeks and I'm attending a red carpet event tonight. Maybe you'll be there? Call me we could go to lunch....I really miss you. 

I read the text twice, smiling down at my phone, when I walked straight into some other idiot texting away. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, trying to steady myself. "It's okay really." I look up to find Dylan O'Brien smiling down at me. "Hi! I was just texting you back! What are you doing here?" I ask, checking to see if we'd drawn much attention. Luckily no one had noticed him. "I'm actually doing some last miniute shopping, what about you?" he pulls me into his chest before holding me out and looking over me. "Same, um I think I'm going to the same event as you. I haven't found a dress." I look up at him sheepishly. "Really? That's great! Maybe I can help you find something? Are you here with someone?" he asks scanning around me. " Um yeah, Eleanor, Louis's girlfriend." I tell him, pointing her out. She's walking towards us now, wide eyed with two plates of Chinese food. "Hey" she calls out, as she get closer. "Hi, I'm Dylan." Dylan introduces himself, smiling brightly. "Omg, you're Stiles Stilinski!"She exclaims,dropping our plates on the table so she can shake his hand. "Well techniquely, I'm Dylan O'Brien, but yeah." he nods, taking her hand.

"Anyway, you eat, I've got to go and find a suit, um you wear a size four still right?" he asks pulling my chair out for me. "Yes, but please don't buy me a dress! If you find something you think I'll like just send me a picture." I tell him, taking my seat. "Black right?" he laughs, walking away from us.

"Explain!" Ele's voice carries, causing people to glance at us curiously. "Um, we dated for a little while and have been on and off. I own my own salon here in L.A. and do a lot of celebrity weddings, anyway I was doing a wedding that he was in and cut and styled his hair, we just kind of clicked. We just see each other when he's in town. Styles really likes him." I tell her, blushing furiously. "Oh my God! You are so into him! Does Harry know?" she screeches.  "No, Why would he? We haven't talked about those kinds of things." I stab a bite of chicken as away of ending the convesation.

We've been sitting here for about half an hour, when Dylan walks up to us, a wide grin spread across his face. He stops next to me, holding out a bag for me. I reach for it, only for him to reach out and pull me to my feet. He pulls me towards him "Don't look until you get home." he whispers, kissing below my ear before he hands me the bag. "is it a dress?" I ask. "Yeah" he answers. "I've got to go, I have a few more things to do before I go back to my hotel, call me later and don't forget to tell me when you've arrived tonight." he rambles smiling down at me. "Yeah, I'll call I promise!" I smile, hugging him quickly. He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth before he turns to Eleanor, telling her it was nice to meet her then leaving.

"Well, since you're no longer in need of a dress, let's get out of here." Eleanor says, avoiding any eye contact with me. I study her curiously, before giving up.

After dropping Eleanor off and picking up Styles I make my way home. When we arrive, my mother's car is parked in the drive way. I get out helping Styles out of his booster before walking around to my trunk, removing all the bags from the mall. I swiftly follow Styles into the house, smiling brightly at the women who raised me. "Hello mother, your quite early." I greet, kissing her cheek. "Yes, I wanted to help you get ready. It's not everyday your only daughter calls saying she's goong to an 'event' with famous people and needs a babysitter." she teases, scooping up my bags I had just placed on the floor, and slowly emptying their contents.

I quickly reach for the bag Dylan had given me, snatching it away from her prying fingers. "No you don't! This was a gift and I intend to see it before you go though my things!"I screech, hiding the bag behind me. "A gift? From Harry? Oh, he's so sweet!" my mother exclaims, beaming at me. "No" I say flatly "It's from Dylan, I ran into him while I was shopping. He's in town for a while. He bought me a dress and told me not to look until I got home." I blush looking away from my mother's calculating gaze. "Oh, he is such a nice boy, but Harry is Styles's father Alex, do give him a chance before you start something serious with this boy." she says, brushing the pad of her thumb over my cheek, before turning and walking up the stairs.

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"Mother! I've only got an hour left and I am no where near ready!" I yelled through from the kitchen. "Then get you butt in the shower, I told you thirty minutes ago that I would take care of making dinner for Styles and now get out." my mother waves her hands as if I were a dog. "Alright, alright." I playfully glare, running up the stairs and into my room. Quickly, I jump into the shower, turning the water on and stepping under it before it's warm.

Fifteen miniutes later I am out of the shower, standing infront of my mirror, clad in my bra and underwear, applying my makeup. After finishing my makeup I blow dry my hair, checking the clock once again, thirty five miniutes left. Leaving my bedroom, I make my way to the stairs, "mom, can you help me with my hair?" I call from the top. "just a moment." she yells back. I make my way back to my room, my mother following quickly behind. Another ten minutes pass and my mother has my hair perfectly styled in a sideways french twist. "Perfect." She smiles softly, after adding a glittery hairpin to hold the twist in place. "Thank you really, for everything, helping with Styles and being here for me anytime I need you." I pull her to me hugging her tightly. "Nonsense, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't take care of you? Now lets get that dress on you, Harry will be here in....twenty miniutes!" she says softly at first ending in a shriek and throwing my bags with my dress and shoes in them on the bed.

I quickly pull out the dress Dylan bought me for tonight, admiring the one sleved, black, thigh lenth dress. The back was mostly open, revealing quite a bit of my upper back but concealing the lower half, one shoulder was completly bare, while the other, from shoulder all the way to my wrist, was completely covered. My eyes scanned for the price tag hoping Dylan didn't spend to much, the label quickly caught my eye... 'Nicole Bakti'. I love her, most of my designer dresses are from her, I smiled thoughtfully, pulling the dress on, careful not to mess up my hair or makeup. I quickly slip into my Gucci heels and grab my clutch shoving my phone, house key, money, I.D., and some makeup in it before dashing down the stairs.

"What do you think?" I ask my mother as I enter the kitchen. "Oh my gosh! You are absolutely stunning!" she exclaims, tears pricking her eyes. The door bell rings causing her to frantically wipe at her eyes as I make my way to the door. I open it, revealing Harry Styles dressed in a tuxedo style Armani suit, smiling brightly at me as his eyes wander over my body. "Come in I'll just be a minute. " I open the door wider before going to say goodbye to Styles. "Mommy loves you so much, be good for Nana, I will be home soon." I tell him kissing his cheek. "I love you too, will you be home when I wake up?" he asks looking up at me with sleepy eyes.  "Yes, I'll see you in the morning." I smile running my fingers through his hair before standing up and walking back toward Harry and my mother. "Ill see you later, thanks again." I tell my mom, taking Harry's arm and following him to the limo. I wave over my shoulder once more before stepping into the car.