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

Red Carpet

I could feel the calmness I had during the drive, slowly fade as the limo pulled to a stop. Anxiousness settled over me at the sight of many reporters and the flashing lights. The door opened slowly as Harry stepped out, reporters screaming his name. He held his hand out for me to take, smiling brightly. I gladly took his hand, stepping out of the car and into the spot light. I felt like everything was in slow motion, the loud voices blurred by the constant flashing of the cameras. It was really bittersweet as I walked hand in hand with Harry, stopping to take pictures and answer questions. Hearing my name being called snapped me out of my daze. "Alex!" looking over my shoulder, I smile widely at Dylan. His eyes go wide as he looks me over, making me blush. His eyes land on our intertwined fingers, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. I glance down pulling my hand from Harry's, only to get a confused look from him as well. My gaze drifts back to Dylan, causing Harry's eyes to snap to him. He looks from me to Dylan, before grabbing my hand and quickly pulling me toward the entrance we were heading to.

"What the hell was that!" Harry whips around jabbing an accusing finger in my direction. "What are you talking about?" my voice comes out harsh, surely drawing attention. "You are here with me and there you are oogeling in front of the paps at some other guy! How do you even know him?" he raises his voice. "Harry" I sigh, lowering my voice and stepping closer. "We are not together, I thought we talked about this. Dylan and I.... I met him right after I opened the salon, I did the hair and makeup for this women's wedding and he was in it. We just kind of hit it off." I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Are you seeing him?" he's sighs heavily, shoulders slouching in defeat. "I don't know honestly, we just see each other when he's here, and text when he isn't. We aren't serious, but exclusive." I look up to meet his eyes, they are darker then before, more dull, his light airy mood fading. "Is that what you want? I'm here, right fucking here, asking you to be with me and your telling me that you aren't together but you're exclusive? What does that even mean?" he's angry now, he throws his hands up in the air, as if to say 'I give up'. "Dylan is a great guy, but I am in love with you, can he give you that?" his eyes are pleading.  When I don't answer he sighs again, his eyes go cold. "You might as well forget about him, we might not be together but as far as the world is concerned we are exclusive, so you might want to let your boy know." he gives me a disgusted look before gesturing behind me, I turn to find Dylan approaching us with caution. "Remember what Simon said." Harry says throwing a pointed look over his shoulder at me before walking away, no doubt going to find the bar, or his boy band. I sigh shaking my head. 'I'm doing this for his reputation', I tell myself.

"Hey" Dylan says softly. "Hey" I smile. "Listen I'm really sorry if I caused some sort of problem...I just thought when Tara said you guys weren't actually together, that you both knew that?" he laughs awkwardly. "No, of course not, its fine really." I brush him off. "You really look beautiful tonight" he whispers, other guests passing by. "Thank you, you don't look so bad either, Dolce?" I compliment, smiling up at him "And Gabbana" he says teasingly. "Listen I was thinking, Tara explained what was going on, but I thought maybe if you could get away for a while this weekend, I could take you and Styles out..?" he ask, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'll try but after tonight, I'm not sure how possible that will be." I tell him, grimacing slightly at the thought of paparazzi. "Would you like to dance with me?" he holds out his hand bowing cheesily,  lazy smile plastered over his face. I know that I shouldn't but I just can't help it when I'm with him. He's the laughter missing in my life and I'm just not ready to give him up. "Yes" I giggle, curtsying. I offer my hand, earning a sweet kiss across my knuckles before he pulls me to the dance floor.  After dancing for a few songs, I've learned that this is some celebrity, charity ball, that is held once a year, that everyone comes to.