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

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9. The Moment is Now

At the penthouse, Isabelle had tucked Deja in, and as the doorbell rang, she ran to go answer it.

"Are you stalking me now, Harry?" She asked the smirking face that stared at her through the doorway.

"Of course not! Don't forget, my daughter does live here. I wanted to make sure that she lives in a safe environment." He laughed.

"How did you find out where I live?" Isabelle questioned.

"Easy. I followed you home." He responded.

"And you aren't  a stalker?" Laughing, Isabelle moved aside, "Come in, Harry."

Just then, Deja ran out of her bedroom, yelling, "Daddy!" She hopped up and down, and begged to be picked up. "Did you come to see me, Daddy?" She squealed.

Harry smiled, and nodded. "Sweetie, as much as I love you, you need to go to sleep. It's eleven. I needed to talk to your mother."

"KK Daddy. See you tomorrow?" She yawned. Harry nodded again, and went to tuck her in. When he came back, Isabelle stared at him.

"Did you need something else?" She asked. Sighing, Harry sat down.
"Since I saw you earlier, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I never forgot you, and believe me, that is a major complement. I don't remember the girl who I-"

"Shut up, Harry. If you're trying to win me back, stop telling me about the girls you've slept with. I don't want to here it. Now get the hell out of my apartment."
"I'm sorry that that is what you want. I just wanted to tell you this; in the letter you left me, you told me that you loved me. I don't know if you still do, but just here me out. I do love you, Isabelle Curran. Just think, love. We were immature then, but now... The moment for you to fall back in love with me is now. I hope that you can, but if you have forgotten what happened six years ago, I don't blame you." Harry said.

Isabelle felt butterflies in her stomach when Harry said that he loved her, and she stepped towards him. He reached for her and pulled her towards him. Their lips collided, and Harry picked her up, and carried her to her bedroom. Ripping his shirt off, Isabelle ran her hands all over Harry's hard chest. Soon, her shirt was also off, but when Harry reached for her waistband, she stopped him.

"Harry. I don't know if I'm ready. Last time I did this with you, I got pregnant, and I don't think that I'm ready for that again. I'm sorry." Mumbling, Isabelle picked up her shirt, and pulled it over her head.

"Can I at least spend the night? I promise I won't do anything... You know." He begged.

Nodding, Isabelle went to put on her most covering pajamas. She didn't want to tempt Harry to break his promise. Harry obviously was going to sleep in his jeans.

"Goodnight, love." Harry whispered, as he climbed into bed.

"Don't kiss me goodnight. I don't want things to go to far." Isabelle mumbled. Instead, she curled up next to Harry, and he held her through the night. Isabelle never forgot that night.

A/N- Hey everyone. Thanks for reading, don't forget the contest, and like, comment, and favorite! Love ya!

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