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


11. The Fiancé

"Oh my God! Brian! Your home!" Isabelle ran out, and kissed her fiancé's cheek. She was now wearing a black dress with a halter top, and five inch heels, with her hair down. She had heard her door open, and had assumed the Harry was leaving, but instead Brian was there. She felt stupid; she had actually forgotten that she was engaged. She had completely forgotten about Brian once she saw Harry.

She didn't love Brian as much as she loved Harry, but it was a little late to be backing out. She had even contacted her mother to invite her to the wedding. She had found out that her father had died two years after she ran away. Her mother had remarried, but they got a divorce four months ago.

"Babe, is that how you greet me after I've been away for a week?" Brian mock pouted, and pulled Isabelle into a kiss. A deep kiss. Just looking at Harry afterwards made her feel guilty.

"So, who is this?" Brian gestured to Harry, pulling Isabelle  in close to him, with her head on his chest.

"Harry Styles. He's just a friend. He helped me out when Deja's dad left me." Isabelle told her lie again, shooting Harry the shut-up-or-I-will-damn-kill-you look again. Harry nodded, and picked up Deja, who obviously caught on that Brian was not to be told that Harry was her father, or that he had spent the night (not that Deja knew about that).

"Well, Harry, you had better get going, and Izzy, you too. You have work." Brian laughed.

"Actually, Harry and his band mates are recording a song with Sabrina, so we can go together." Isabelle said.


"Okay, what the hell, Izzy?" Harry shouted once they had dropped Deja off at the nursery, and went into her office. "You're fucking engaged! How could you?" Harry was obviously enraged.

"Harry, I didn't see you for six years. Brian was there for me." Isabelle sighed.

"But it wasn't important to mention your getting fucking married, yeah?" Harry hissed, "When is the wedding." He said in a kinder, yet depressed voice.

"In a week and a half." she sighed.

"That soon?" Harry sounded angry again.

"Just go, Harry. I lied to my fiancé to get you here. We talked, and now you need to leave."
"Goodbye, Iz. I love you. Oh, and just to make it clear, I had you first. I think that gives me dibs." He joked, and then walked out.

"I love you, too, Harry." Isabelle whispered to the shut door.

A/N- So what do you think is gonna happen? Will Isabelle marry Brian, or will she dump his sorry ass for Harry? Comment, Like, and Favorite! Don't forget about our contest!


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