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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13. Thanks For Coming Back Isla.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Thanks For Coming Back Isla

Isla's P.O.V

I had awoke with a start. Gasping rapidly, as if I had not breathed for days. My chest felt tight, my head heavy. I turn to see a nurse pop her head in and realized I was not at home. I look down, a blue cloth night gown covering me, along with a printed white blanket. 

"Where am I?" I whisper. I look around and see machines hooked up to me, steadily beeping. That's when it clicked. "Harry." I whispered, scared and anxious. "Harry." I said a bit louder hoping someone would listen to me. 

"Ms. Maheras?" A gentle voice called from the doorway. I turn to look at him, he walks towards me pushing his glasses up simultaneously. "How are you feeling?"

I look at him, anxiety filling my chest. 

"Harry, where is Harry?"

He smiles gently, "He's here. Now, how are you feeling Isla?" 

"My chest feels a bit tight...." I say as if in a daze.

He nods his head, "That's normal for right now, don't worry" He starts to walk towards the door.

"Wait, I want-"

He turns and smiles

"I'm going to get him, sit tight"

 

Harry's P.O.V

"Where is she?" I ask the doctor hurriedly.

He points down the hallway.

"Room 236."

I sprint down the hallway reading the numbers until I get to hers. I stop right before I enter and take a deep breath. I turn the knob gently and see her. She's sitting up in her bed, her eyes frantically looking in my direction.

"Harry." She whispers. Her face is pale and hollow, her eyes showing more pain then I could possibly handle. I walk over to her slowly, keeping my eyes locked with hers. I sit on the edge of her bed, pushing back an unruly strand of hair. My hand gently making contact with her soft cheek.

"Isla." I whisper softly. She smiles, and my heart flutters.

I didn't think i'd ever get to see her smiling again. 

"Harry." She says, tears fighting to escape. "I'm sorr-" I press a finger gently to her lips. 

"Not now Isla. You don't have anything to say sorry for anyways love." I wipe a tear away as it gently rolls down her tired face. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from this Isla, but I promise that from now on." I wrap my arms around her, avoiding the many cables. "I'll protect you from the world." She smiles weakly as I gently graze my lips against hers. I wrap her tighter into my embrace, both of us slowly losing grip of our surroundings.  

The world slowly fading around us.

 

Isla's P.O.V

The sun is slowly setting outside my large window. Zooey is asleep next to me, Harry dosing off in the chair one of the nurses had brought. I watch him, his eyelashes slowly fluttering closed. I smile to myself, and then suddenly that night comes back into my mind.

"I promise you, I will be worthy of you one day". One day. 

Anxiety fills my chest and I feel a slight discomfort once more. I lift a hand to my chest, lightly pressing on it. 

"Are you alright love?" Harry whispers. I nod and he smiles sleepily. "What's on your mind Isla?" 

What could I say? I'm sorry i'm not good enough? He wouldn't take that very well. 

"What exactly happened?" I whisper back. He nods and rubs his eyes a bit leaning closer to the side of my bed. 

"Well, love. I believe you have some explaining to do." He looks at me seriously. I feel my heart race a bit, not sure he would understand. 

"I just...I wanted to look perfect for you." I look up at him and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. 

"So this was my fault." He says leaning back into his seat. 

"No." I whisper harshly. My voice cutting through the air. He looks up at me, his green eyes reflecting sadness. 

"Isla, your heart gave out love. Because of you not eating, wanting to look perfect for me, you died for about a minute on the ambulance." He takes a deep breath, unsure about continuing. "I never want to go through that again Isla. I never want to lose you." His hand makes his way into mine. "Don't worry about being perfect Isla. You're already everything I could ever want. I just, I need to make sure this never happens again. And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

I look up at him and tears start falling immediately. 

"You don't have to make up anything to me Harry. Do you really want to know why I did this? Do you want to know how this all happened?" I whisper choked up. He holds my hand tighter, his fingers intertwining with mine.

"Tell me Isla." He says softly, encouraging me. "You can trust me."

"I-" We both turn to see Zooey gently turning and opening her eyes. She rubs them gently before realizing Harry and I were talking. 

"I'm so happy you're okay Isla." She says sleepily. She sits up and looks at us. "Am I interrupting something?" We both shake our heads and she smiles lightly. She gets off the bed and comes around the side. She wraps me in her tiny frame and whispers in my ear,

"Thanks for coming back Isla."

 

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