Regretting You

I love you, Harry Styles. That's why I'm leaving. No matter how much I love you, I want you to know that. That isn't the only reason that I'm leaving. I'm pregnant. I couldn't ruin your career by staying, by letting a family tear up the band. I will never forget you, Harry, but you need to forget me. I'm gone. Don't try to find me. I love you.

Isabelle Curran

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40. *Another Short, yet Eventful Chapter*

Harry woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He could feel Isabelle's warm body curled up next to him, so he leaned over to kiss her. But it wasn't Isabelle who he was in bed with.

"Who the fuck are you?" He demanded to the mystery blonde. She stirred, and sighed.

"Don't you remember, Hazza? It's Skylar."

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Because you brought me here. Last night. We met in the bar. Are you going to kick me out? Because I don't like it when I sleep with a guy, and then he kicks me out like that."

"Oh my God. I'm sorry about this, Skylar, but this was a mistake... Holy shit. Isabelle is going to kill me."
Skylar just got up, got dressed, and left, but Harry searched the entire house for Isabelle. The last place he checked was the nursery. He was in for another surprise.

"Where the fuck are my kids?" Harry demanded to nobody. Then Zayn walked in.

"You are such a total fucking asshole." He yelled. Then, to Harry's dismay, Zayn punched him as hard as he could.

"Why would you do that to her? Why?" Zayn growled, punched Harry's stomach. Harry tried to fight back, but Zayn was relentless. He must've known what Harry had done.

"Stop. For. One. Minute." Harry gasped, "Do you know where she went?"

"No. She's gone. She took the kids, and she told me not to try to find her. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Remember that letter she wrote you seven years ago? Well, I'm not going to try to find her, because if you had never found her, she wouldn't be in so much pain."

"Yeah, well if I had never found her, Brian could've and probably would've killed her."

"Well, I bet one can die of a broken heart." Zayn muttered and walked away.

A/N- So this story is coming close to it's end. Only a couple more chapters left, and then I'll start the sequel. But thank you so much for reading, and it really matters to me that my first movella was this successful. Like, comment, and favorite. :)

 

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