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

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"Fuck!" Harry yells as Kennedy throws the mic at him. "You just had to open your mouth! If you would have acted casual it probably wouldn't have been such a big deal but no you start blabbing about it being a secret, buying the tape really? On live fucking television! What is wrong with you? Then your girlfriend walks in. Everyone already assumed the two of you were seeing each other and knew she had a kid but your kid? Oh, this is going to be huge! Like bigger than the Mariah Carey boob slip during the National Anthem, bigger than when everyone thought Lady Gaga was a hermaphrodite, bigger than Miley Cyrus twerking at the VMA's. You were there, you know that was awful. God what were you thinking?" Kennedy babbled, pacing the floor with her hand to her forehead. 

"I wasn't, but you could have stopped recording or let me walk off with Styles but you didn't! You put the attention on us not me! Just like you did when we were together!" my heart faltered at his words, together?  They had been together?  " I am a very private person, hence dumping you after you became part of those stupid paparazzi, but it was a great story right? Just like this will be, congratulations on the promotion you'll get when you get back to the office, I hope it was worth it!" He yelled slamming his fist against the wall right next to her head. "I'm really sorry Haz" she whispered biting her lip. I watched as he glanced down at them. She leaned in quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, crashing her lips into his.

I lost it. I yanked Styles up and ran out. I rushed down the stairs and out the back doors that were only for the band and employees, flashing my employee badge at the guards. I was dialing Simon as soon as I was outside. "I'm giving you a two week notice for my job with One Direction. I'll help with the X Factor whenever you need me but I have a job lined up in Atlanta. I can't do this thing with Harry. Everything just blew up on live TV Simon!" I cried into the phone. "I understand, I have someone in mind to fill your position just be safe. I'll take care of everything. I'll see you in the morning." I ended the call, running for a cab or limo or someway to get out of here.

"Alexandra, Alexandra. Over here! Is it true that Styles is Harry's son? Are you too together? Why all the secrets?" the hairy reporter asks. "Why? Because I didn't want to be caught up with a pop star. Harry and I aren't together! We haven't been together in years. He just showed up on my door step asking to be with me and hung around a little to long. He only met Styles a few weeks ago! I'm dating Dylan O'Brein for God's sake and he is a better father to my son than Harry will ever be!" I screamed at the man, tears streaming down my face. "And you know what the worst part is? I loved him for all these years while he went around sleeping with whoever he wanted to but it's my fault because I'm the one that left." I sobbed. "Come one lets go home" a male voice whispered, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I look up to see Dylan looking down at me. "I saw it on TV." he told me taking Styles from my arms. I simply nodded, following him into the waiting car. "I hate him." I whispered laying my head on his shoulder. Dylan pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head.

I woke up with Dylan carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom.  "You could have woken me up." I whispered. "It's fine. I carried Styles in first and put him in bed. Everything that happened tonight really wore both of you out." he smiled weakly. "Thanks for being here for me." I ran my hand across his cheek and down his neck. "Always Alex. It's just what you do when you're in love with someone." he blushes looking away from me. He gently lays me down on my bed.

"As much as I love this dress on you I think I've got to take it off." he whispers, smirking as he unzips it. His knuckles brush against my skin and I shiver at the contact. He pulls the dress down to my ankles. I slip my feet out before he reaches out, grabbing my ankle he swiftly slips off my heels. He rubs his hand up my leg a few times before looking up at me beneath his lashes. I wrap my free leg around him, pulling him towards me. "Tell me." I whisper in his ear seductively. "Tell you what?" he asks, his lips grazing mine. "Tell me what you want." I whisper against his lips. "You" he tells me closing the little distance between us. "Why?" I moan out. Dylan grabs my face, looking into my eyes. "Because I love you." he tells me studying me. "I love you too." I tell him. "Really?" he asks. I nod my head, giggling at his excitement.  "Yes!" I exclaim.  He pulls me to his chest kissing all over my body.