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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14. Guilt Tripping Yet, Harry?

Deja went missing in the middle of the night, and Isabelle suspected that Harry had something to do with it. She had gone to Harry's hotel, and it was obvious that Zayn knew something, and Harry lied to her.
When the boys thought that she had left, they started talking, while Isabelle listened in.

Zayn: Well, she's definitely on to you, mate.

Harry: Shut up, Zayn. You suck at lying.

Zayn: You know, I would be devastated if Louis Jr. went missing. I think that you should tell Iz.

Harry: Tell her what? That I wanted to spend more time with my daughter?
Zayn: That you kidnapped your daughter in the middle of the night?

Isabelle gasped. She had been right. Now all she needed was for them to say where Deja was.

Zayn: You should go check on Deja. Oh, and Harry? If you want to win this girl over, don't steal her daughter. I'm guessing that most girls don't like that.

Harry: Well, Izzy is probably an exception. I never stopped thinking about her for six years. I don't want her to marry Brian. He's a total asshole.

Zayn: Just go check on your daughter.

Stepping back, Isabelle started to run so Harry wouldn't catch her spying. But he never left. Deja was in the hotel room. Isabelle had to get in there. She swung the door open to see a startled Zayn.  Harry was still gone.

"Where is she? Before you say you don't know, I just think that you damn might." Isabelle spoke with such an angry passion in her voice, that it even scared her. Zayn pointed to a room with a closed door, looking confused.

Barging in, Isabelle was jumped. Deja was hanging off of her arm.
"Hi, sweets! How are you? Why did you go with your daddy without coming to tell me where you were going?" Isabelle hugged the small child, while glaring over her shoulder at Harry.

"Can I go play with Zayn? He's funny." Deja giggled.

"Of course, love. I need to speak with your mommy." Harry replied too quickly, which made Isabelle glare at him.

Once Deja was gone, Isabelle slapped Harry as hard as she could, which was obviously pretty hard, since his face was red on the side that she hit.

"What the hell is your damn problem, Harry? You stole my daughter!" Isabelle whisper-yelled.

"She's my daughter, too!" Harry retorted.

"What do you know about her? Nothing! Do you even know what her birthday is?"

"Uh, its, uh- January 7th?" Harry guessed, which cause Isabelle to slap him again.

"September 16th, jackass! I don't want you around me, or my daughter."

"Again, she is my daughter, too!"

"You're her biological father, but guess what? You aren't on her birth certificate. You were never there for her. Brian was."

"Okay, shut the hell up about Brian! I love you! Why the hell would I want to hear about the man who you're marrying in a week!"
Harry had just said that he loved her, and nobody would walk in on them. Harry grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her more passionately than he had ever kissed any girl. He picked her up, and carried her to the bed, locking the door on the way over. Soon, there was nothing between them but jeans and a bra. But once again, Isabelle pushed Harry away.

"No. I'm engaged. I can't sleep with you, Haz. As much as I want to, I can't." And with that, she pulled back on her concert t-shirt, and walked out, taking Deja with her. Isabelle turned back, and looked at Harry and Zayn.

"Haz, every time you're alone with this girl, you're ripping off her clothing. Just forget about her." Zayn laughed.

"If only I could forget about Harry." Isabelle thought. "Then my life would be so much easier."

A/N- Big reveal coming up in the next chapter! Comment what you think it will be, and the contest is still on! Like, comment, and favorite! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my book! It means the world to me!

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