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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29. Hazzabelle

It was date night. Harry and Isabelle were going out for a moonlight picnic, and Isabelle wanted it to be perfect. She let Harry surprise her by packing their basket. It didn't worry her at all. She trusted Harry more than ever. 

They were leaving, and she leaned over to kiss Harry.  Niall put his hand over Deja's eyes, and shouted, "Hazzabelle PDA!" making everyone laugh. 

Harry: Where did you get Hazzabelle, leprechaun?

Niall: Where did you get leprechaun?

Harry: A delirious girl once called you that while leaving a filthy motel.

Isabelle felt tears start to trickle down her face.

Niall: Yeah, but that was Izzy, not you.

Harry: You never answered my question; where did you get Hazzabelle?

Niall: Came up with it myself. Clever, yeah? 

Niall was obviously imitating Harry. 

Isabelle: Well, we'd better go.

She took Harry's free hand (he was carrying the basket) and they walked out.  He led her to his car (well, actually, it was a stretch limo) and handed a sheet of paper with directions on it to the driver. He then got into the backseat, sitting very close to Isabelle. He then pulled her onto his lap. His lips gently brushed hers. Then, the kiss got deeper, and more passionate. 

"Damn, Styles. I really want you right now." Isabelle moaned, and Harry pulled off her shirt, revealing a bra and a large baby belly. She felt his lips trailing down her, and he  planted a large smooch on her stomach. She reached for the hem of his shirt, and slid it over his head. Finding Harry's massive hands, she took them, and guided them to her skirt's waistband. He slid it down her legs, and Isabelle spread her legs out a bit. Then he stopped. 

"Sorry, love, but we've got to stop. We're here." Harry sighed.

"Damn it." Isabelle cursed, pulling her skirt back on. Once they were fully dressed, Harry took her hand, and guided her out. The sight brought tears to her eyes. 

"Iz, what's wrong?" Harry whimpered. 

"Brian brought me here, before he proposed, and before he started hurting me."
"I'm sorry." Harry sighed, "We can go somewhere else."
"That won't be necessary." A hauntingly familiar voice called out, "I'm here to reclaim you, bitch."

A/N- So who do you think it is? Thank you so much for reading! This is my first book, so it makes me sooooooo happy that it's getting to be this popular! <3!! :) Like, favorite, and keep commenting baby names! :)
 

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