Things He'd Never Tell Me

I woke up, to the sound of screams downstairs. Since their little "problem" with Harry, I was terrified of leaving them alone.


The week after their meeting, I received a little box that had a note attached. It said: "Hello, dear. I hope you like Nicole Miller. I know you won't be wearing it for too long, but every bride deserves one, don't they? Love - Harry x".

The little box had a small engagement ring inside. I was mesmerized with it. It was beautiful, indeed, but it had been given to me by Harry, and I did not feel comfortable with it.


I immediately got up, and ran down stairs, finding everyone with a frown in their faces except for Calvin who was yelling at my father. I tried to stop them but I couldn't. Every time I would get in the middle of them, someone would push me away.




"STOP! Please, stop."




By the time, I was already crying. Calvin stopped and looked at me. He knew that I've been terrified ever since I've met him. Him, Valerie and Rachel, would never leave me alone afraid that he would pop out of the blue and take me away. I stood there in the middle on the living room, crying like a little baby.



"Good morning, London. Happy birthday."



I had completely forgotten about it, worrying too much about my fear and wedding. They all seemed to notice my frown turning into a smile but turning into a frown again minutes later. The devil and his gang would come for lunch and dinner. My parents were also throwing a party on honor to me. I had spoken to Niall, one of his puppets, but I still prefered Louis, or Lou.



Harry would still send Lou to keep an eye on me, not that it would bother me, since Louis is a good friend, but it was awkward to me.




"Good morning."



We ate the breakfast in silence, and then I headed to my bedroom with my sisters. My dress was laying on top of the bed with the jewelry, shoes by its side.

I took a shower, trying to relax before going to meet with the dev- I really need to stop calling him "Devil". His name is Harry. Harry Styles.


Rachel and Valerie walked inside to help me with the makeup and hair. They told me they wanted me to look "even more beautiful"- I never would need those things. I'm not trying to impress no one, but this is for my parents sake.



"Don't you look beautiful?"
"You girls look more beautiful than me."
"No we don't."
"Yes, you do."



Unexpectedly someone knocked on the door. Calvin's head popped out of the doorway. He had a small and sad smile on his face. He entered the room, with another small box. This one also had a note attached. i felt myself grow cold and pale and my siblings seemed to notice it, since the all gave me apologetic smiles.


"He asked me to give this to you. He's already downstairs."
"Ok..."


I read the note. Once again, he wrote a small note, greeting me, not mentioning my birthday, only telling me how he believed that it would look good on me.


I opened the box, finding inside a necklace with a heart locket. This gift, was as beautiful as the first one.



Valerie pulled my hair to one side, and put it hanging from my neck. I touched the locket and I noticed that it had a small opening. I didn't bother to open it, I would save that for later.


I got up, picked up my clutch and looked at myself in the mirror. We "jumped" when we heard another knock on the door, and a husky voice.



"May I?"



They looked at me, asking what to do. I simply nodded and mentioned for them to leave.


"Come in."


When he opened the door and entered, my siblings left, so we were left alone.
He moved toward me, placing himself behind me, looking at us on the mirror. He placed one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip.



"You're so cold."



He started to move his hand up and down my arm. He was probably trying to get me warm.



"Happy birthday. I see you are wearing the ring and the necklace I gave you. I knew it would look good on you."
"Thank you..."
"Lets go downstairs?"
"Yes."



He grabbed my hand, gave it another light kiss, and we headed downstairs. He was still holding my hand, when he reached the living room. I greeted Louis, who presented me to his girlfriend, Eleanor, that was with two other girls, Charlotte and Kylie.


Harry pulled my hand towards him, and guided us to the door, so we could go to the restaurant.


It would be a long, long day...

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