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


1. Prolouge

"Isabelle, do you know how beautiful you look?" Harry kissed her nose. She hadn't believe it when she had woken up looking at Harry Styles. The worst part was that she didn't remember anything except waking up. Must've had too much to drink. She still couldn't believe it.

Isabelle Curran had run away from her home two weeks ago, because her parents wouldn't let her date. She was sixteen, for God's sake! She found herself in a club with a fake ID, and then, she was in bed with Harry Styles. She didn't know if it had happened, but she seemed to remember him kissing her passionately. He obviously didn't know that she wasn't 18.

She kissed Harry, and he went off to shower. Then the nausea hit. She sprinted into the other bathroom in Harry's enormous suite, and puked for at least a minute. She hadn't eaten anything in two days, so it couldn't have been something that she ate. When Harry got out of the shower, she didn't mention it to him. I asked him how long I'd been out, and it turned out I hadn't eaten in four days, because I had  spent two days in Harry Styles's bed, unconscious.

"I've got to go meet the boys, love." He whispered into my ear. I grabbed his neck, and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He grabbed me, and lifted me up into his arms. But then he put me down.

"I've have to leave, babe," he sighed, "There's a key on the table if you go anywhere. Promise me you'll be here when I come back?" He asked. I smiled, nodded, and kissed his nose. Once he was gone, she ran back to the restroom, and vomited again. Lying down on the couch, she started to wonder why she was so sick. Harry didn't seem ill. She ate a breakfast, and decided to go to the drugstore. She made a purchase, and the cashier looked at her funny, and told her good luck. When she returned to the hotel, she followed the instructions carefully, and waited the time. When it had been five minutes, she looked at the stick and gasped.

"I'm.... pregnant?" She thought out loud, "Harry can't know." She sighed. Finding some stationary, Isabelle started to write a letter. She left it on the table, and put the keys next to it. Then she left London, and she never turned back.

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