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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4. Why Does It Matter Isla?

CHAPTER THREE
Why Does It Matter, Isla?

Isla's P.O.V

"Damn it Harry leave me alone." I slam the door to my rusty red pickup truck and quickly make my way to my front door. 

"Isla, we need to talk about this." He follows me into my house, after refusing to be dropped off at the arena. I walk into my room, locking the door behind me.

"Isla i'm not leaving until you speak to me like a rational adult." I sigh loudly.

And of course, loud knocking starts to drive me insane.

"Open the door Isla"

That was most certainly not Harry's voice.

"Fuck." I mutter.

I open the door to find my mother and sister staring at me wide eyed.

"Isla? Why is Harry Styles in our hallway?" My little sister asks.

"Because he can't take a hint Zooey."

She starts giggling and pulls at his shirt, "Hi, i'm Zooey, if my sister doesn't want to talk to you I will."

He leans down to get to her height, "How old are you love?"

"Eight."

"Sorry your sister has dibs." 

My mother looks at me unamused, avoiding Harry and Zooey's exchange, "Isla," She rubs her temples in frustration "I really don't want to know why Harry Styles is in my hallway. Just do me a favor and talk to him before he knocks down my doors."

I nod and let him into my room. He closes the door behind him, and we both hear Zooey squealing in the background. He chuckles, until he turns to look at me.

"Isla, what's the matter now?"

I sit down on my bed and look up at him. "What are we doing Harry? Honestly? What do you plan on doing with me after tonight?" He stays quiet and the only thing that runs through my mind is why does it matter? Why does it matter Isla?

"Isla" He comes and sits next to me. His green eyes twinkle as they peer into mine.

"I just want you to be mine"

Harry's P.O.V

She looks at me, disbelief shown in her eyes.

"Isla, I mean it" She shakes her head

"We barely know each other enough to say we're friends. And now you want me to be yours? You have issues Styles, and I don't think I want any part in them." I sigh and get up.

"Why do I have issues?" I say throwing my hands up in the air. "Is it really that bad that I fancy you?"

"Stop saying that." She says getting up and facing me.

"Saying what Isla? That I fancy you? That you're bloody gorgeous?" I get closer and closer to her. Her eyes widen and she pushes me away. I stumble back a few steps and regain my balance.

"Damn it Isla." I say walking towards her. My mind flashes red, this girl was infuriating. I push her against her pink colored walls and watch her squirm under me.

"Why does it matter Isla? Why does it matter if I say that I fancy you?"

She looks at me, tears threatening to come out, "Because you don't know who I am! When you get bored, when you leave in three days, will I really mean anything to you?" She shoves me off and looks at me angrily. "Stop cornering me! Just because I kissed you doesn't mean anything! It was a terrible lapse of judgement. That's all!"

I arch an eyebrow, "Then what do you want/"

She sighs angrily and sits in the chair next to her desk, "I don't know."

I walk over to her and kneel in front of her, "I know what you want." I tilt her chin towards me, my lips lightly grazing hers. "I know what you need Isla." I wipe a tear away from her beautiful hazel eyes.

"What is that?" She finally whispers.

"Love."

  ❇❇❇

We lay here, fully clothed, cloaked in darkness. She breathes lightly as I have an arm wrapped around her. I don't know what she's thinking, I don't know why she won't understand. Why is it that she can't comprehend that I need her. I need her more than she would ever need me. I watch as she gently gets on her side, the curvature of her body illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window. She was beautiful. 

Crazy, stupid, beautiful love. Always bewitching me when I least expect it. 

It's always the chase that I savor, but with her...it feels different. 

The only thing I wished is that she would see herself as I see her. She was utterly beautiful.

How could she not see that?

Isla's P.O.V

My eyelids flutter gently, the sunlight burning into my retinas. I turn my face slightly, my eyes widening as I see Harry asleep on my pillow. I look down at myself and am relieved to see i'm still wearing the same floral dress I was yesterday. "Harry." I whisper. He stirs, but does not awaken. "Harry." I whisper a bit louder. He shifts a bit and grabs a hold me, his arm securely around my waist. Damn it. I gently try to get his arm off me

"Isla." He mutters into my hair. I look at him and he smiles "Isla, good morning." He says sleepily. My heart skips a beat as he gently presses his lips against mine.

"Good morning Harry." I say gently.

"What time is it?" he says rubbing his eyes. I look at the phone on my nightstand.

"It's nine am."

He slowly gets up and stretches, "I have to be at the arena for sound check at ten thirty."

Somehow he manages to say it nonchalantly. 

"Harry! The arena is forty five minutes away!"

"Better get a move on then, where's your bathroom?"

"Down the hall, the second door" He nods and walks out.

I quickly change into leggings and a sleeveless jean shirt. I pick my hair up, tie in a red bandanna and grab my sunglasses. I make my way down the hallway and knock on the door

"Ready! Let me use the bathroom before we go!"

He opens the door and swiftly pulls me in. He presses me against the cool ceramic of the sink, my heart starts palpitating.

"You look beautiful." I blush furiously as he kisses me.

Just as I feel myself letting go, he pulls away with a cheeky smirk. "Finish up then, we need to hit the road." I roll my eyes and push him out. I apply red lipstick and some hairspray to my dark hair. By the time I finish, Harry's downstairs sharing a bagel with my little sister.

"Mom, I swear nothing happened!" I say quietly approaching her as she poured probably her third cup of the morning.

"I know sweetie." She pushes back a strand of hair from my face and smiles. Her face showing nothing but happiness.

"But Harry! I want to meet the other boys!"

"Zooey." I say wrapping an arm around her "Don't bother our guest."

"It's no bother," he says smiling widely. "Zooey, how would you like to be my special guest for the concert tonight? You, your mommy, and your sister? Would you like that love?"

I look at him, astonished.

"Of course I would love that!" Zooey untangles herself from my embrace and throws herself on top of Harry, hugging him tightly.

He laughs loudly and my mother comes behind me putting a hand on my shoulder, "I like him." she whispers.

I don't turn to face her, already imagining the look on her face.

"Me too" I whisper.

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