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


42. Epilogue

Isabelle stared out of the plane window, and watched the ground grow closer. She felt the plane jerk when it landed. She sighed. "Welcome to your new home." She told Deja, and stared out at Atlanta, Georgia.

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