I Knew It Then

*Shortlisted as one of Movellas top 10 1D fanfictions* "I promise you, I will be worthy of you one day". One day. ︱Isla never believed in love. Much less that it would come to her, a size eighteen curly headed nervous wreck. So when Harry Styles enters her life abruptly, a true believer in love and its beauty, Isla must learn to accept all the things love entails, but the journey is not easy. Along the way she must learn to overcome the venomous voices in her head telling her that she is not worthy. In this vicious cycle of finding an even ground in the battle that is her self image, Isla must learn to love herself again. This is love story yes, but not only about the love between two people, Harry and Isla, but the love she must regain for herself. Because before she can love him entirely, she must learn to love herself.
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12. Isla, You'll Be Okay.


Isla You'll Be Okay

Harry's P.O.V

I slowly make my way back to the waiting area, counting each meticulous step I take. My heart weighing down my body, my mind slowly shutting down to avoid any further damage. I sit back down in my seat while everyone carefully stares at me. Zayn stands up and takes the seat next to me. 

"Harry, I got everyone some coffee. Would you like yours?" I shake my head and he sighs lightly. "I got your favorite mate." I shake my head once more, but he doesn't cease. "Harry, it's a caramel macch-" 

"I said no." I say in a low, serious voice. He stares back at me sadly. 

"Mate, you need to at least drink something warm to calm your nerves." He looks at my shaking hands.

I turn to him and say one last time, "I told you no."

Apparently I had said it louder than expected because everyone looked up at me. Zooey's eyes went wide and she curled into Niall. 

"Mate, take the damn coffee and lower your voice." Liam says to me across the room.

"I said no, leave me the fuck alone." I mutter, my words accentuated with anger.

Zayn looks at me, his soft brown eyes reflecting sadness, yet he doesn't say a word. Liam gets up hastily from his seat and approaches me. He grabs me by the collar of my flannel shirt and pulls me up roughly. I try to pry his hands away from  me, frantically pulling them off, but he resists easily. 

"Get off of me!" I scream at him.

"Damn it Harry! This stops now!" He screams in my face. I look at him wide eyed, my fists clenched. 

"Leave me the fuck alone! That's all I want!" He looks at me steadily, his normally calm disposition gone. The room is silent, everyone looking towards us. They don't know whether to step in or let us have it out. 

"You can't continue doing this! I'm done with you acting like a bloody brat Harry!" He takes a breath "You want to believe you did this? Do you? Is that what you want to hear?" I look at him, feeling as if red clouds were over taking my mind. Furry running rampant through my body. "Because I'll say it to you Harry! If it'll stop your fucking whining I'll tell you it was you fau-"

He isn't able to finish his sentence before my fist shoots out and connects to his broad nose. He looks up at me, trying to process what just happened. Withing seconds he raises his own fists and tries to collide it with my face, but before impact could be made both Louis and Zayn hold him back. I look up at him blankly, still not quite comprehending what had just happened. Liam quickly undoes himself from Zayn and Louis' grasp, assuring them he's calm. 

"I'm done reasoning with you." He says to me in a low, raspy voice. I watch as he storms away, still plastered to the wall. Everyone turns to look at me, Zooey's crying softly. 

"Damn." I whisper, finally released from the curse of my anger, realizing what I had done.

 I walk over to Zooey and softly wipe away her tears. "I promise i'll stop Zooey. I'm sorry i'm making this so much worse on you." She looks at confused and afraid, as if i'll snap at her too. "I'm sorry." I say helplessly, what else could I do? A tear slips out, and she wipes it away. Pulling away from Niall she wraps me in her small arms. 

"It isn't your fault Harry. We all know that." She says gently in my ear. 

As I held her tightly to me, I wished with all my heart that I could believe her. 


Liam comes back, bleeding under control. He sits back in his seat and ignores me completely. I look at him, debating whether or not to talk to him. I get up from my seat and head towards him, unsure of what to do or say. 

"Mate." I say in a low voice.

He looks at me angrily and holds up a hand, "I know Harry. Alright? I just don't want to hear it right now." I nod and go back to my seat. Louis and Zayn both look at me worriedly. Niall and Zooey have fallen asleep in a heap on the uncomfortable chairs. The harsh fluorescent lighting makes me uncomfortable, that and the sterile smell wafting from every corner. 

"Mr. Styles?" My head shoots up to see the doctor staring at me. "Isla's awake." He smiles gently. "She's asking for you." I nod, my heart feels as if it's been lightened from a heavy weight. A smile suddenly creeps upon my face. She's going to be okay. 

Isla was going to be okay.

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