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


20. News

"Is that good, or bad?" Harry sighed.
"Not sure, but she wants you, me, and Deja to come up while the doctors tell her what's wrong. She doesn't want to be alone."

Harry knew that Zayn was lying; Izzy would want Zayn and Deja, but not him. That's how well he knew her. But he still went with Zayn to visit Isabelle. She had obviously been crying; her eyes were swollen and red.

"Iz, what's wrong?" Harry was about to say, but Zayn beat him to it.

"She suffered head trauma, and it's too early in her pregnancy to tell if and how the baby was effected. She's going to be a bit overly emotional for a while. It's just part of the medication we have her on." A young nurse with cropped red hair announced as she brought in a tray with a pill on it. "She has to take this." The nurse nodded to the pill. It was very large, and seemed a bit impractical for somebody who was struggling with their emotions.

Deja ran up to Isabelle, and tried to hug her, but Zayn grabbed her.

"Deja, your mommy isn't feeling well. It might be better to let her rest. You can talk to her, though." Harry whispered into her ear before Zayn could do something to lecture her.

"Zayn," Izzy mumbled, "Can you bring Deja outside for a moment? I need to talk to Harry."

Zayn nodded, and told Deja that he would buy her a cookie if she wanted. Of course, the little girl nodded, and went off with her 'uncle' Zayn, as she was calling him now.

"The doctors told me that you pulled Brian off of me. Thank you. I know that I told you all that he didn't hurt me that badly, but he did. He hit me in the head with a rock before you got there. I think that he knew that it was you at the door. I don't want you to tell that to Zayn or Deja. I didn't know that Brian was hurting my daughter. I would've left long ago if I'd known."

Harry felt a stab of sympathy, and he kissed Isabelle's forehead, which made her wince.

"Sorry, love." He murmured.

"It's okay. Hey Haz?" She almost laughed.

"Yeah?" He replied quietly.

"I think that I'm damn in love with you. Please stay with me."

"I love you too, Iz. And don't worry; I'm not going anywhere."

A/N- Hi! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who comments, likes, and favorites this! It really does make my day to see new comments, or likes! :) Like, comment, and favorite! Thanks for reading!

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