Dahlia's Point of View

"Harry, this is getting out of hand! They can't stay there all day, can they?"

Harry joins me on the bench under the window and looks down at the massive herd of paparazzi gathered around the entrance to his apartment. They've been there for the past 2 days, which is partially the reason Harry and I have locked ourselves in here since we finally decided to be together.

"Technically, yeah," he sighs and pulls me closer to him. "It's a public sidewalk."

"I just wish they'd leave you alone. I feel bad you've been having to work from home."

Well, it did benefit me in the sense that I got to stay close to him, but I was starting to feel guilty over it all. If Harry and I hadn't gone out for breakfast the other morning, and Harry hadn't held my hand on the way there, we wouldn't be in this mess. Yes, I love him, but that doesn't mean I don't feel guilty for bringing him so much unwanted attention due to the fact that we are now together. The media has already been speculating our situation, and it's so bad I can't even read the newspaper or turn on the television because it's everywhere. Don't people have more important things to worry about?

"Oh trust me, baby, I do not mind isolating ourselves from the world," he purrs in my ear. His lips press beneath the shell of my ear, sending a shiver through my warm body.

"You are insatiable, Harry Styles!"

"Only with you, Dahlia Evans, only with you.”

“What are we going to do?” I ask on a sigh, my voice turning serious on me. I just want everything to work out between us, and if any two people know what the paparazzi and media can do to a relationship, it’s me and Harry.

“I called my publicist earlier, she’s coming over in about an hour to figure things out. I think she wants us to release a joint statement and just tell everyone the truth, but we’ll have to wait and see what she has to say.”

I nod against his chest and silently pray everything works out smoothly.

“In the mean time, let me make you some lunch.”

I groan. “I’m really not that hungry right now.”

Harry looks at me disapprovingly. “You didn’t eat breakfast this morning, Lia. Come on, what do you want?”

“Surprise me?” I grin up at him.

He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to my temple before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later we’re feasting on tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, and my stomach thanks me for finally eating something. I don’t know if it was all the stress I’ve been having, but I just hadn’t been all that hungry in the past couple of days. Apparently I was, however.

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“So I think we should go ahead and work on releasing something, at least to put an end to the rumors. There’s still going to be a lot of speculation, but there’s nothing we can do about that. What do you guys think?” Jessica, Harry’s publicist asks.

After telling her every detail of our relationship since the day we met, she has a good understanding about where we’re at, and will try to help us make the best decision on how to handle the media.

“I think it’s our best shot, what about you?” Harry turns to me.

Honestly, I have no idea what we should do. Over the years when I was with Louis, he handled things like this. The time the paparazzi got pictures of him and his cousin at dinner and the world thought he was cheating on me, and the time I was sick and they got pictures of me coming out of a drug store and the magazines printed that I was pregnant… Louis and the PR team handled all that.

I shrug. “I really don’t know. Whatever you think is best,” I tell Harry.

I’m not usually the type of girl who needs other people to make decisions for herself, but for things like these, it’s probably better I don’t interfere.

“Well then let’s do it,” he looks back to Jessica. “We’ll send out a statement saying we’re together.”

“Good choice,” she nods. “The only thing is,” she takes this moment to look at me, “Well let me put it this way. Right now, the majority of the people are assuming that you two were having an affair while the band was together, and up until Louis’s accident. That’s just the way it is. In order for people to understand, Dahlia needs to explain that she and Louis had been broken up months before the accident. It’s the only way to end those nasty rumors.”

I knew Jessica was right, and that’s exactly what I needed to do. For some reason, however, the idea of releasing that knowledge scared the living hell out of me. Louis’s family didn’t even know that we weren’t together at the time of his death. Harry, and now Jessica, are the only people to know the truth. How would the world react?

Stop worrying about what other’s think, I tried to tell myself. I knew the truth, and that was all that mattered.

“Okay,” I agreed quietly. “So how do we do this?”

“I’ll work on writing something and I’ll email it to you Harry by tonight. I want you guys to read over it, make sure it’s something you’re okay with releasing, then it’ll be out first thing tomorrow.”

Harry and I both nod before saying our goodbyes to Jessica. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring us, but for now, I needed to remember that things weren’t as bad as they seemed. I was finally with Harry, and we were happy in love together. Nothing could change that.



The hours waiting for Jessica to send Harry the official statement she was working on actually seemed to fly by. Harry and I spent some time getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies before snuggling up on the couch and watching a funny movie.

When Harry’s laptop made the sound indicating he had gotten an email, we were both rushing to see what his publicist had written.

“In the past week, there has been much speculation involving Harry and Dahlia Evans after they were seen together Wednesday morning. The two reunited at the funeral of Louis Tomlinson in March after having no contact for several years.

Unbeknownst to the public, Louis and Dahlia had been separated months before his death; Dahlia was living on her own at the time of the accident. This month, upon arriving to her home state of New York, she and Harry rekindled their friendship and eventually took it to the next level. The pair are involved in a monogamous relationship, and wish for privacy at this time. The two have no further input on the situation.

— Jessica Simms Publicist of Harry Styles HES Records Public Relations Team”



“What do you think?” Harry asks after I’ve read the statement at least fifteen times.

“It says exactly what we want everyone to know… What do you think?”

“We should tell her to send it out first thing tomorrow.”

I nod my head and let my body melt into his as he wraps his long arms around me. If I could stay right here, in his arms, forever, I would. I feel perfect right now, as if no one can destroy us. Everything is right, and I can breathe with ease.

“I love you, Harry,” I tell him.

“Lia, I love you. Everything will be okay, all right?” he promises, clearly sensing my doubts.

“I know. I really do know I shouldn’t worry about what everyone thinks, but I can’t help it. I don’t want them to think we had an affair or that I’m just jumping into bed with you because my rich boyfriend died and I need a new one. It just sucks.”

“I know, baby, but none of that matters. We’re happy together and we know the truth.”

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