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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15. Isla, You're Coming Home.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Isla You're Coming Home

Isla's P.O.V

"Alright Ms. Maheras we do need you to see a therapist every week." I try not to roll my eyes as Doctor Lenart looks at me carefully. "We do understand you'll only be in Los Angeles for a few more weeks, but when you do go back home we'll have someone for you to speak to and to continue your recovery."  I nod in understanding hoping that he'll leave. "I'm glad you're slowly recovering, and remember," He pats my hand gently "There are a lot of people who care about you Ms. Maheras, don't let them down." He smiles at me, his entire face lighting up.

I count the steps he takes until he leaves. The door closes gently and I breathe a sigh of relief. I get up and make my way to the small bathroom and open the sterile white door. Gingerly I step onto the cool tile and look at myself carefully in the small mirror above the sink. My skin was starting to look normal once more, the deep purple bags under my eyes gradually receding. My eyes look almost green and full of light, my frame smaller than I had expected. But still, that thought remains in my mind. I need to lose the weight, I just need to be more careful as to how I do it. 

"Isla, love, are you ready?" I crane my neck and see Harry looking around my hospital room, carefully grabbing the suitcase off my bed and placing it next to his feet. I open the door and step out, he turns to see me. "Wow" he mutters, stepping towards me. "Isla you look beautiful."  My hair flutters out around me as I shyly look towards the floor. I silently thank Zooey for brushing it and making it more presentable, and for bringing me my favorite fitted sundress. "Baby, wow" Harry says as he spins me around. I giggle as he pulls me into his arms, his hands resting right at the curvature of my spine. His lips kinking into the cheeky lop sided grin that only spelt trouble. As I feel his warm breath nearing my neck, kissing it gently I start to feel my heart race. He looks up at me, as if wondering if it was okay. I felt myself blush under his stare. His green eyes flickering with something I hadn't quite seen before.

Lust.

 

Harry's P.O.V

As I press her to me, I feel my instincts kicking in. I lightly trace the patterns on the back of her dress with my hands, trying to control what my body was imploring me to do. She watches me thoughtfully as I lean in closer, letting my breath trace the crook of her neck. Lightly nipping at her collarbones. She hums as I plant kisses along her clavicle, my hands pressing her into my body. I stare up at her, flushed cheeks and calm hazel eyes. My lips lightly brush hers, my tongue tracing the slight heart shape of her lovely mouth. I kiss her, my heart racing as she wraps her arms around my neck, getting on the tips of her toes. I pull her towards me, wanting her to feel my heart beat for her. I step back carefully, bringing her with me. She giggles as I pull her towards her empty hospital bed and lay her down on the rather rough sheets.

"Harry." She wispers, her cheeks even more colored than before.

"Shh." I say pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"But-" Isla starts but I press fast kisses onto her lips and she giggles wildly. 

"Well nice to see Isla feeling better mate." Isla jumps up, consequently bumping my forehead with her own. I rub my own and quickly plant a kiss on hers.

"Damn it Lou." I mutter getting off of Isla and standing back up. "Haven't you heard of knocking?" He shrugs and walks towards the abandoned suitcase picking it up in a swift motion. 

"We're in a hospital, it didn't exactly occur to me that you needed privacy." Louis says smirking at both of us. "Anyways, Mrs. Maheras is waiting back at the house and we need to be leaving in a few minutes." He looks at Isla and smiles. "I'm glad you're finally coming home with us." She smiles widely, her cheeks still flushed. 

"Me Too."

 

Isla's P.O.V

It's funny how the boys called anywhere they were staying home. As I looked out the window of Harry's car I couldn't help but smile to myself. Maybe they just thought that home was where they felt the most loved, it didn't necessarily have to mean it was with their families. It just had to be a place where they were unconditionally accepted and understood. And my heart was about to burst with joy thinking back to what Louis had said to me. 

"I'm glad you're finally coming home with us."

It was a simple phrase, but it held so much meaning to me. I was a part of their unit, of their family. 

 

I was going home. 

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