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


16. Coffee and Bruises

Zayn and Harry were sitting at a table near the table that Isabelle was at, and Perrie was watching the kids. Harry had to wear a hood, since Brian might recognize him. They sat there for ten minutes before Brian arrived.

"What do you want?" He complained.

Isabelle sighed, and started to speak, "I think that we need to call off the wedding. I can't live with being abused. I have bruises across my rib cage, and scars from being hit so hard. Brian, I can't do it anymore." But to Zayn's dismay, Brian didn't take it too well.

"Come on, bitch. I need to teach you a lesson for talking to me like that." He whispered, and grabbed her wrist. Pain was obvious in Isabelle's face when Brian dragged her out.

"Call 9-1-1, Haz." Zayn said, as he got up to follow Brian and Isabelle.

He heard the phone beep, and then Harry started to talk. Zayn could barely hear him, he was too scared for Isabelle.

"Get in!" Brian shouted from ahead, as he shoved Isabelle into a car. Harry's car was parked next to Isabelle's, so they had to run across the lot to get to it. Zayn drove, since Harry was on the phone with a 9-1-1 operator.

Zayn followed the car to a dirty old motel. He shuddered to think of what Brian could be doing to Izzy in the car, but there was nothing he could do. He needed to save her.

Brian had tied her up with something by the time they had parked. He dragged her out, and Zayn saw duct tape over her mouth. Didn't the people here find that suspicious? Brian dragged Izzy into a room, and locked the door. Zayn and Harry both took turns trying to break it down, but they couldn't.

"On three, we both kick it hard. One-Two-Three!" Both boys kicked the door, and it swung open. And what they saw wasn't pretty. Isabelle was standing there, tied up, and in a bra and panties. Her body was covered in bruises, and Brian was squeezing her chest hard enough to make it black and blue. Harry ripped the creep off of Isabelle, and Zayn punched his face. Brian went unconscious.

Zayn dragged Brian into the restroom, and locked him in, and came out to see Harry untying Isabelle. "How bad did he hurt you?" Harry shouted viciously, as Izzy fell into his arms crying. Zayn tossed her clothes to her, and she awkwardly pulled them on.

"Harry. I didn't tell you everything. He got me pregnant. I don't know if the baby will be okay after this. I'm scared."

"You will always be safe with me. I promise that I'll get this creep arrested for the rest of his life, and nobody will ever hurt you again. As for the baby; I will love it as if it's my own child." That was when he kissed her. Zayn realized how perfect they were for each other.

"Come on. You guys can do this in a much nicer place." He laughed.

"No, we need to wait for the police to get here." Harry explained.

"I'll wait; you guys can go and have fun." Zayn wanted them to be happy.
"No, I'm the victim of this crime. I need to be here to tell my story."

Zayn nodded, and the three waited for the police to arrive to take the scumbag to jail.

A/N- Hey guys! So do you think that the baby will be okay? Well, we shall see. I just wanted you to know that you guys choosing to read MY book over any other book means so much to me! Thank you! The contest is still on; winners will be announced in chapter 20. Comment, like, and favorite! Thanks so much!

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