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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2. You Have No Chance Isla.

CHAPTER ONE

You Have No Chance Isla

Harry's P.O.V

"Harry where are you going?"

I wave Niall away and quietly slip out the back door, making my way past the arena and into the darkness. Sick of the lights, sick of the constant vigilance. I escape for a little while, hoping to find some kind of peace.The wind picks up around me, the stars are no longer visible. I furrow my brow, sighing loudly. The lights are no longer blinding, there is only silence and little beams of light illuminating my way from the sky above. 

As I realize I may have walked too far, and can no longer identify my surroundings I look to the meadow on the side of the road. There's a pick up truck parked in the middle of it, but no one inside. There was music gently playing and I couldn't help but walk towards it. The warm summer breeze picks up and makes the tall grasses around me rustle restlessly. I gently peek into the flatbed of the car and see her. Her eyes are closed, the music lulling her into a euphoric state. She gently flutters her eyelashes, feeling a presence other than her own. "Hello love" I say interrupting her peace and quiet. She screams and I quickly take two steps back. She jumps up, the flatbed creaking. Her dark hair a bit askew, her eyes bewildered.

"Don't hurt me!" She pleads, not quite looking at me. I lift up my hands and she finally looks at me. "Who are you?" She quints her eyes as she tries to look at me by the dim light of the stars. I make sure to move more into the darkness.

"Is you car damaged?"

She stays quiet and finally responds, "That's a very strong British accent. Are you English?"

"Yes. Look, is there a reason why you're here in the middle of the night?"

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"You can't answer my question with another."

"Well, my car is fine. Why are you here?"

I walk around and sit on the edge of the flatbed, she sits up and tries to make out my face.

"I could ask you the same thing." I tell her with a smile. 

"I come here all the time. I love to watch the stars" She responds.

"I was bored and went for a walk."

"This road is pretty much empty, except for the arena..."

"Yep."

"But it's three miles that way. That's not just going on a walk." she says pointing in the direction I had just come from

"Yes, well, I wanted to relax a bit. I saw your car and heard the music playing and was intrigued, and here we are."

She nods suspiciously and asks, "What's your name?"

Should I say it? "I'm Harry."

"And you're British?"

"Yeah."

"And from what I can make out you have curls."

"Uhuh."

"Lucky you. You must make a lot of girls swoon."

"And your name?"

"I'm Isla." She says without looking at me. 

"Isla, i'm the type of person who like to be looked at when he's having a conversation with a beautiful girl." 

"You can't even see me that well. You have no idea what I look like." She pauses and gets off the flatbed, " Besides, I'm not beautiful, and i'm sure you'll be on your way out of my life soon enough." She pulls out her car keys, "I'm heading back. Do you need a lift?"

"Just to the arena."

"Um, alright, hop in."

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As we drive through the dark roads, I'm grateful that she still can't make out my face. But as we approach the arena, light is slowly starting to appear from the large lamps and I silently pray that she can't make out my face.

"So, what are you doing in Dallas?"

"I'm here with my mates."

"Okay. Well, how long will you be— Wait. Turn your face."

"What? Why?"

The lights are bright as we park in the arena parking lot, and Isla unbuckles herself to look at me. "Turn. Your. Face."

I hesitantly turn as she gasps, "I knew it!"

"How?"

"Arena? British? Don't even give me a fake name?"

"Fine. Yes. I'm Harry Styles."

"Well, it was nice meeting you. But I have to head home, so..."

"Ah, not so fast. I want a good look at you!" 

I lean across the dash and pull her face towards mine. She looks at me with a furrowed brow, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You were certainly wrong?"

"Wrong about what!?" she says furiously pulling away from me. 

"You are gorgeous."

"So the magazines are right." she says brushing her hair back into place. 

"About?"

"Player."

"I am not a player!"

"You just met me, and you're hitting on me."

"Fine. Let's be friends. Can we be friends?"

She breathes out and finally responds, "Yeah, I guess so."

I grab her phone from the cupholder and find that she doesn't lock it. 

"What are you doing!?"

"Friends exchange phone numbers." I quickly type in my number and send a text from her phone to mine, "We'll be in contact."

 

Isla's P.O.V

I awaken to a loud beeping and quickly slam buttons on my phone to make it stop. Sweet sunbeams seep in through the cracks in the curtains and I rub my eyes gently. Until I realize what had happened last night. I frantically get up and look at my phone. 

(4) Messages from Harry Styles

"What?" I say out loud. My heart quickly starts beating and I feel the room closing in around me. It couldn't possibly be. This is not my life. This is a dream. I am in one of those horrible cliched fan fictions.

8:09 AM 

Good Morning Isla xx

8:15 AM

You're still not up love?

8:17 AM

Wake up Isla!

8:18 AM

Come on Isla get a move on then!

I reread every message and still reread them again. What could Harry Styles possibly want with me? I remember last night, the stars illuminating his gentle face.

I feel my pulse quicken and shake the thoughts away from my mind. "You have no chance Isla" I say out loud, trying to convince myself. 

I quickly answer him with a 'good morning' and go take a shower. When I get back into my room I choose a simple floral dress and jean jacket. I look at the tags, I still hadn't taken them off. I flinch a bit as I see a bolded '18'on my dress and a thoroughly outlined '2X' on my jean jacket. I rip the tags off and get dressed. I run a hand through my curly long black hair and put on a bit of makeup. I sigh in frustration as I try to stretch out the jacket a bit, to no avail. "Fuck it then" I mutter. My phone rings and I jump. I pick it up and I feel my draw drop. I quickly press the answer button and am rewarded with a deep, raspy voice on the other side of the line

"Have you finally woken up?"

"Yes" I manage to whisper.

He chuckles, "Well, we're staying here in Dallas for a few days. Would you like to meet up?"

"And do what?" 

"Isla, I just want to hang out"

I push a strand of hair out of my face and feel my stomach fill with anxiety, "Okay." Wait. Did I just agree to this?

"Alright, come over to the arena. You can hang out with us today. We're just rehearsing."

"Um, alright, is there anything I need to be able to get in?"

"Just text me when you get there."

"Alright, I'll be there in about an hour."

"Bye, love."

I fall back onto my bed, my heart racing quickly.

What am I getting myself into?

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I grip the steering wheel tightly as I reach the arena and see hundreds of girls lined up on the outskirts.

"Damn it." I mumble. I park on the side of the road and quickly text Harry letting him know I was here. He messages me back instantly telling me to just pull up inside. I sigh, I was hoping he wouldn't say that. I quickly turn on the car and make my way inside the arena. I got stares and wide eyed reproaches from the girls at the gates.

"Why does she get to go inside?" They mutter in unison.

Harry approaches my car as the gates close securely and smiles widely when he sees me. A chorus of screams fill the air and I quickly realize that pictures were going to be taken as soon as I got out of the car. Damn it. He comes up to the side of the car and reaches for the handle. I cringe when he opens the door and offers me a hand. I take it hesitantly. His touch was warm and his hand enveloped my small one completely. He wrapped me in a hug and smiled

"I'm glad you came Isla."

I pull back and shrug, "Thanks for inviting me."

He grabs my hand and leads me away from the gates. We walk down an empty corridor, away from prying eyes. I take the chance that I have and stop walking.

"Harry?"

He turns and looks at me, "What is it, Isla?"

I feel myself backpedaling but stop. I say quickly before I regret it, "Why am I here?"

He chuckles as I blush furiously.  He takes a step towards me and I instinctively take a step back, only to meet a wall. He smiles cheekily and looks at me through his eyelashes. He takes a step toward me, pressing me against the cool wall. He leans his head down and I get a perfect view of his green eyes

"Isla." He says slowly. "Why do you think you're here?" He furrows his brow and peers into my eyes. I frantically look away, feeling anxiety and nerves overtaking my being. He tilts my head towards him, and his nose brushes mine. "Isla I asked you a question." My eyes widen as I am face to face with him "I asked you a question."

I clear my throat, "Well you said you wanted to hang out."

He smiles and backs away, "Alright then let's go hang out."

He walks away slowly, and I still can't manage to get off of the wall. My heart races, my palms sweat. What is wrong with me?

Isla, you can't be falling in love with him. 

You have no chance.

"Isla , come on now."

I walk towards him repeating it in my head 'You have no chance Isla'. 

Because I truly didn't.

 

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