Life With One Direction

Isabelle tells her son Max about how she met his father. She starts telling the story to him but the dad is kept a mystery from you until the end so you can try guess who ends up the father and husband of this loving family! The story flashbacks to when she first met the boys, she does an interview and it all takes off from there! enjoy x


51. What Have I Done


Zayn’s POV

Since we had the week off work my mum and sisters were going to come over, I had been a little down since things got a little crazy a week or so ago so my family would be the perfect distraction. I layed a sleep in bed until I heard a car pull into the driveway which slightly woke me up, Since my mum had a spare key there was no need to wake up so I layed there with my eyes closed as I shuffled through the sheets.

“Hello” I heard a voice echo through my apartment. When I realised it wasn’t my mums my eyes immediately shot open. Once I had recognised the voice I shot up completely

“Isabella?” I mumbled to myself

“Hello?” I heard the voice call out again and that’s when I realised it was her.

I jumped out of my bed quickly, thankful I slept in boxers last night and ran out of my room “ISABELLA!” I yelled until I was met with her standing at the front door

“ZAYN!” She yelled back to me and I watched as she ran to me. Seeing her face again with a smile on it made me so happy.

We stood there hugging for a while before she looked up at me “You scared me, I thought someone had broke into your apartment” She said with her cute laugh that I had missed so much.

“Well here’s the thing about my apartment, I do sleep here too sometimes” I said teasing her and she punched my arm which made me laugh.

“Don’t get smart now Malik” She said walking over to the couch and sitting down “I thought you’d be at work already”

I followed her and took a seat next to her “Oh yeah, we’ve got the week off, the tours been pushed back for a bit”

“What happened?” She asked turning her head to me with a very worried look on her face

I paused for a few seconds, hesitating wither or not I should tell her about everything. She had a right to know from me so I began to explain “Harry’s just been a mess, he doesn’t wont to perform, he doesn’t want to talk to anyone, he won’t eat…” I could see how upset Belles looked when I mention Harry, I could tell that she missed him just as much as he missed her but she was trying to be strong, putting on a brave face.

“The management thought it was best if we took some time off, you know to get our heads straight, they told the media and all the fans that Harry’s really sick but he should be better by next week” I added

She didn’t really reply she just simply nodded her head while she looked down at her hands.

“But hey, my family is coming over later today and we’re just going to go to lunch somewhere, do you want to come?” I asked trying to change the subject

“Well I was thinking of going over to see Harry….. maybe if you’re still here when I come back then I could join you?”

“Yeah sounds great” I said with a smile as we both stood up “Need the car?”

“Yes please but this time it’ll only be for an hour max”

I shook my head and laughed at her “Sure thing love, just text me and please don’t take off again… it didn’t just hurt Harry” I admitted.

She nodded her head acknowledging what I had said and gave me a warm hug before leaving


Belles POV

I pulled up to Harry’s apartment and the second I saw his car in the drive way, my heart began to race faster and faster. Like I had done before at Zayn’s I took slow deep breaths to calm me down although this time it was a lot harder and it took a lot more than a few deep breaths. I stepped out of the car and made my way to the front door.

I decided to let myself in just hoping that maybe Harry was still asleep and I didn’t have to wake him until I knew what I was going to say to him. At this point I had no idea of what I was going to say or do when I came face to face with him but what I did know was that there was no backing down now.

The curtains were still closed throughout the apartment as if he enjoyed sitting in the dark, plates and cups were smashed on the kitchen floor with the glass scattered everywhere. I weaved throught the mess on the floor down the hallway until I got to his bedroom.

My eyes locked onto the familiar shape of his body laying underneath the covers. His messy brown curls falling over his face while his bare torso was showing “Harry” I mumbled to myself as I walked towards him.

Completely ignoring the absolute mess he had made of his room I walked over to his side, kneeling down so I was eye level with him “Oh Harry, what have I done to you” I said letting out a sigh as I pushed the curls out of his face, allowing my hand to rest along his jaw line for a few seconds. I could smell alcohol lingering from his breath, knowing I had done this to him made me want to cry so much.

I moved away from Harry picking up the ripped pillows and began to clean up his apartment for him as quiet as I could so that I wouldn’t wake him up. After about half an hour or so all the clothes on the floor were put away, the smashed glass was swept up, the uneaten food was thrown away and the apartment in general was tidier than when I arrived.

Once I saw how much trouble I had caused Harry I decided that maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to talk to him today. I cooked him breakfast consisting of bacon and eggs on toast, croissants and some fruit with a cup of orange juice. I took the tray of food and placed it on his bedside draw before pulling out a small piece of paper and a pen from my handbag.

“Please eat something babe xxx” I wrote on the paper and placed it on the tray with the food.

I stood up again and took a look at him, I couldn’t believe how innocent he looked yet how much pain he was in because of me, everything in his life right now was screwing up because of me. I placed a kiss on the top of his forehead before walking towards the door way, I stopped before I had completely left his room to look at him again before taking a deep breath and walking away from him.

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