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


8. Thanks for Ruining the Moment, Zayn

Isabelle pushed Harry away, and tossed him his shirt. He awkwardly pulled it on, and got off the bed (He had carried Isabelle to the bed).

"You know, friends don't usually make out in bed." Zayn laughed.

"Well, shit! Thanks for ruining the moment, Zayn!" Isabelle shouted. She got up, straightening her top.
"I'll call you tomorrow, Harry." She made a face at Zayn and walked out. Harry saw her take Deja's hand, and lead the sleepy child out.

"Why the hell did you have to walk in?" Harry yelled.

"Again- What the hell was going on in here?" Zayn replied.
"Just... Promise you won't tell anyone. Please. You can't even tell the others. I met Isabelle before she got pregnant with Deja. I was the one who got her pregnant. She's my daughter." Harry sighed. " Do NOT tell Isabelle that I told you."

Zayn nodded, and walked out.

"Oh, and Zayn. Thank you... for really ruining the moment." Harry said sarcastically.


Sorry again for the short chapter. I will write an extra long one, just not yet. I have a contest. We're looking for girlfriends for Louis, Liam, and Niall. Obviously not Harry, and Zayn is married to Perrie Edwards/Malik. Comment your hair color, eye color, name, age, and who you want to be the girlfriend of. Thanks for reading, comment, like and favorite! Luv ya Haz fans!

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