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


12. Deja

"I can't believe you're kidnapping your own daughter, mate." Zayn laughed, and watched Harry pull on a black hoody.

"I don't want her anywhere near that Brian guy. I can't believe Iz forgot to mention that she was engaged!"

"Haz, you really have a screwed up girlfriend." Zayn stated.
"Shut up, Zayn! I don't need to hear this shit right now."

"You know, she seems nice." Zayn muttered.

Rolling his eyes, Harry walked out of the hotel. It was midnight,  and he was going to kidnap his own daughter. What a wonderful father he was! But Harry didn't want Deja to be raised with Brian as a stepfather.

As he arrived at the apartment building, there was nobody around. Perfect, he thought. He snuck up to the top floor, and picked the lock into the penthouse (don't ask where he learned to pick locks), and snuck into the room he had seen Deja run out of when she came to hug him.

"Daddy? What are you doing here?" She sat up groggily, hugging a stuffed cat close to her heart.

"Come on, love. We're going back to my place. We have to be really quiet. Do you want to pack some toys quickly?" Harry whispered. Deja nodded, and hopped up. She grabbed a pink backpack that had a picture of Demi Lovato on it, and tossed some toys in, while Harry grabbed some clothes.

"Lets go, dear." Harry took his daughter's hand, and led her out the door. At the hotel, Zayn had already prepared a room for Deja. The others would never go in there, because they assumed that Perrie, and Zayn's little boy were staying in there. They were really on tour with Little Mix.

"Here's your room. Your mom might not visit, but you'll see her sometimes. Don't worry, and get back to sleep." Harry kissed Deja's head, and turned off the lights, leaving only a nightlight in the corner to shine down on his daughter.

A/N- So yeah, who would be terrified in Isabelle's position? Don't forget our contest(see chapter 8) and comment, like, and favorite! Thank you all so much for reading!

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