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


7. Lets 'Talk'

"I did have fun tonight. Niall's an ass, but don't hate him." Harry said, "When can I tell the guys that Deja is my daughter?"

"Never. They freaking can't ever know, Harry! You damn well know that!"

"I missed you, Iz. I never forgot about you. I didn't know that you were 16 when we hooked up, though. That might've been good information." He frowned, and kissed her forehead. That was enough for Isabelle; she grabbed him, and smashed her lips to his. His tongue slid through her lips, and she pulled his shirt over his head. Their lips only separated for a second, and then they were going hard again.

Running her hands over his chest, Isabelle wanted him. His hands were on the small of her back, pushing her deeper into the kiss. Just when he reached for the hem of her shirt, a voice rang out from the doorway.

"What the hell is going on?" Zayn yelled.


Hey! Sorry for the short chapter, but I promise an extra long one is coming soon! Thanks for reading, and make sure that you like, favorite, and comment! :)

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