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


41. Is this the End?

Harry searched the entire city for Isabelle, and eventually found her. He was one of the most hated men in America at the time, because Isabelle had been tweeting some bad stuff about him, but he didn't care. He just wanted her back.
When he knocked on the door of her hotel room, he waited for five minutes before she came to the door. It had been a week since he had seen her last. He saw her for one second when she opened the door, then she slammed it shut again.

"Iz, wait! Here me out!" He cried desperately. Another five minutes passed, and Isabelle came back.

"Fine. What the fuck do you need?" she sighed. Harry stared down at her; she was half a foot shorter than he was without the heels she usually wore. He noticed that she looked too thin, and her hair was dull. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying for the entire week.

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I never should've done it, Iz."

"Harry. Just stop. It was two weeks until our wedding. If you couldn't manage to remain faithful then, how do I know that you won't do it again? I'm sorry." She sighed, and reached into her pocket. She pulled out the ring that Harry had given her, "Just take this, and leave. I never want to see you again."

"Wait. Can I say goodbye to my children?" Harry begged. Isabelle called for Deja, and she came out pushing a double stroller that had Daniel and Lexi in it. Deja squealed, and left the carriage in the doorway, running to go hug Harry.
"Daddy! I missed you."

"I missed you too, sweet girl. But I might not see you for a while now. Bye, love." He said sadly, and kissed Deja's forehead. He then bent over and kissed the twins. Then, Isabelle told Deja to bring the twins back to their room.

"I guess this is goodbye." Harry whispered.

"Harry, I love you, but things will never feel right if I can't trust you. Goodbye." She sighed, and kissed his cheek. She then pushed him out of the door. He then left.

Once he arrived back at the house, he checked his twitter. What he saw almost made him cry. Isabelle had mentioned him in a tweet. It said, "don't hate @harry_styles. Hate me. Its my fault. I should have never thought that I could have anything to do with him. I'm not good enough."

That was when he knew that it was the end.

A/N- Hi!! So this is the last chapter, but the sequel, You Never Really Can Fix A Heart, comes out in one week. I'm gonna publish a couple extras, including an epilogue, so don't go and not read the next updates. Thanks for reading, and like favorite and comment.


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