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


2. Reunited

~Six years later~

"Come on, sweetie!" Isabelle called to her five year old daughter, Deja. She had moved to the States, and at first, it was hard for her; she was a seventeen-year old mother who lived alone. She couldn't stay in school, because she was busy caring for Deja. She started college online when she was eighteen, but stopped when she got a job for a recording company. At twenty-two, Isabelle was a well-known music producer, and had many major clients. At her studio, a nursery had been built for Deja. They lived in a penthouse suite, and had plenty of money.

"Margaret," Isabelle called for her assistant, while catching her playful daughter, "Who do I have booked today?" She questioned, as the preschool teacher who had been hired to teach Deja walked in.

"Sabrina is coming in to work on her new song, Love Me, miss. One Direction will be here, as they are featured in the song. Astonished, Isabelle gasped. Why did it have to be them? Then again, Harry probably wouldn't recognize her. It'd been six years. One Direction had become even more famous, and Harry probably hooked up with hundreds of girls. But whenever she looked at Deja, she saw Harry. Deja had the same green eyes as her father, and her hair was dark and curly. She was so beautiful, just like her father.

"Love you, sweetie!" Isabelle kissed Deja's forehead, and walked off with Margaret. She walked into the studio, and there he was. Harry Styles.

"Holy shit." He gasped. He did remember her.

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