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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22. Surprise, Isla!

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Surprise Isla

Isla's P.O.V

"You can open your eyes now, love." I feel the soft fabric being lifted from my eyes as I take in Harry's cologne around me. My eyes slowly flutter open, adjusting to the new found light. 

"Harry? Where are we?" I look around and it's quiet, except for the wind slowly blowing the tall grass around us. As I turn to finally face him, I see it. "Is that my?"

He nods in silent excitement.

"Harry! How did you—"

"Are the details really that important, love?"

I look up at him, crossing my arms. He turns to look at my pick up truck, and then looks back at me. 

He sighs "Alright Isla, I paid someone to go to Texas and drive it over to LA."

"Wait, all of those miles? Do you know how hard that is on my pick up!?" He looks at me with a smirk.

"Isla, we put it on a trailer and brought it here." 

"Oh, sorry." I say feeling myself blush. 

"Do you know why I brought it?" 

I shake my head and he takes my hand. Interlocking his fingers with mine, leading me towards my pick up truck. 

"Well Isla, if I recall correctly I met you as you were lying in the bed of this truck." I watch as he pulls down the latch and motions for me to sit. He quickly goes around the truck and opens the driver side door to turn on the radio. Notes of soft jazz are carried by the wind as he makes his way back to me. "Now, what do you recall about that day?"

"For one, it was in Texas and it was about ten at night."

He looks at me smugly "Isla, I know it's LA and it's about four in the afternoon, what else?" 

"Well, I was laying in the bed of this truck looking up at the stars and listening to music when all of a sudden—"

"I pop up on the side of this bed and scare you." 

"That you do, you tosser." I say placing my hand in his once more. He chuckles at the new addition to my vocabulary, thanks to Louis."So, what's with the pickup truck?"

"I though we could have lunch? Maybe ?" I look as he pulls out a picnic basket from under one of the blankets and sets out a variety of fruits, vegetables, and cheeses. I smile as he grabs an apple slice and feeds it to me. 

"Impressive, Styles."

"Oh, i'm not done yet." He says winking at me. 

"I know that look, that look is trouble." I look at his pink lips, curled up in his cheeky grin.

"I think it's time to sing you happy birthday."

"What, no—"

"Happy Birthday to you..." He pulls out a cupcake with a candle on it from the basket. Struggling to light it with a lighter that says 'Westside' on it, no doubt Zayn's. "Happy Birthday to you," He sings without a beat, finally lighting the single candle, "Happy Birthday dear Isla, Happy Birthday to you." His green eyes peer into mine as think of a wish. Although it feels pointless to do so.

Everything is already like a dream.

 

Harry's P.O.V

I watch as her expression shifts, it's subtle but I can see it. She goes to blow out the candle, smiling up at me as the the smoke swirls around us. 

"Take the candle out." I say smiling, trying not to show my excitement. She looks at me strangely as she pulls the pink and white striped candle out of the obnoxiously big cupcake. Isla looks up at me as she pulls out the thing attached to candle.

"Harry?" She says in a whisper as she studies it closely. It glimmers in the sunlight, catching each ray. I grab it from her fingers and she watches silently as I sit across from her, wiping the remaining frosting from it. 

"Isla, this isn't an engagement ring. Don't turn me down just yet." She smile sheepishly as she continues looking at the foreign object in my hand. "This is a promise ring. Alright?" I reach for her left hand and she obliges, letting me slip the ring onto her ring finger. "Isla, I love you, and I know that one day I'm going to marry you. It may not be now, but it'll be whenever you're ready. I just want you to know, that i'll be waiting for that day, whenever it may be. And this ring," I grab her hand and bring it to my lips "This ring signifies the promise that i'm making to you. I promise you that I will be here for you, every hour of the day, every day, for as long as you may want to keep me." 

la looks at me through teary eyes, not able to hold it back anymore. 

"Thank you Harry, I love you." She says reaching for an embrace. I wrap her to me tightly, watching the sunset in the distance and letting the music slowly drown out around us. 

 

Isla's P.O.V

I look out into the darkness of the empty streets we pass, letting the soft music lull me into a beautiful daydream. That's what it feels like, a beautiful dream. I look down at my left hand and see the glimmer of the small diamonds. A simple white gold band, embedded with diamonds. A promise that held so much meaning. 

"Isla?" I turn to look at Harry and realized the car isn't moving anymore. "Love, we're home." I look up at him and smile. Leaning across the console and kissing him. His lips press lightly against mine at first, then a with a bit more force as his hand reaches behind my head pressing my deeper onto him. He pulls back for a second, smiling at me. Then comes back and lays kisses on my exposed collarbones, tracing my thighs. I pull him to me, not sure what has come over me. I wrap my fingers in his curly mess of hair, and feel his hands greedily try to feel my body. As my mouth nibbles on his neck, making him moan lightly.

"Harry?" I say pulling back and pointing to the time on the dashboard. 

He looks at me, pouting "Yeah, yeah, eight o' clock sharp, I know what she said." He pulls me in for one last kiss and I can feel him smiling through it. "Let's go love."

❇❇❇

Not even one foot in the door and I hear "SURPRISE ISLA!" I look up wide eyed and see a crowd of people in the front corridor. I laugh as Zooey jumps onto Niall's back and undoes a string from the top of the hallway. A large banner unfurls, saying 'Happy Birthday Isla'. Zooey opens her arms in a 'ta-da' form and screams "Happy Birthday Isla!!!!". I feel Harry's arm wrap around my waist, as for the second time today I feel tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.

"Don't cry baby." I look up and see my mother's face, her gentle hand across my cheek wiping away the single tear streaking my cheek. Harry smiles at my mother and she smiles widely at him, everyone beams at me and the only thing I could muster is, 

"Thank you so much."

When what I really wanted to say was, "I don't deserve all of this."

 But I pushed it away, I grabbed my mother's hand, and felt Harry's arm wrapped tightly around me and  moved foward. "What's everyone waiting for?" I said in a tiny voice, my mother wiped away her own tears as she looked at me. "Come over here and give me a hug." I said with a big smile. They charged towards me, every single one of them. Enveloped in a multitude of arms and legs, feeling the warmth surge through my body. I knew that the real surprise was finding this kind love, this love that filled me to the very brim.

The real surprise, was to have found all of them. 

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