You Never Really Can Fix a Heart (Regretting You Sequel)

*Sequel to Regretting You*
Isabelle has changed everything about herself to prevent Harry or anyone else from One Direction from finding her. But what happens if they do find her?


12. Blackmailed

"How did you know? I never told anyone that! Not Harry, not Zayn. NOT ANYONE!" Isabelle got up to leave. Louis was just making her panic.

"Oh, there's plenty more that I know, Iz," Louis smiled, "And I will tell Harry.

"Over my fucking dead body," she growled.

"Okay, I won't tell. But I have my conditions. I know you aren't going to hold up on your side of our deal. Do it tonight, and you're secrets are safe."

"I can't! I can't go see Harry. I can't talk to him. I can't handle it, Lou!" and then she was crying, "I can't look at him without regretting my choices for the last two years."

"Hey, it's okay. Harry will forgive you. Isabelle, he still loves you. He's been looking for you this whole time you've been gone, and you know that perfume you forgot?" Isabelle knew what he meant; she had forgotten one of her favorite perfumes in Seattle, "His room in London reeks of it. Because it smells like you, he has bought, like, two hundred bottles of the stuff."

Harry. Everything That Happened. Brian. Skylar. Monsters. Scandals. Heartbreak. Harry.

"I'll do it," Isabelle determined, and then walked out.

"Wait, Iz!"


"You don't know where we're staying,"

"Oh yeah, and for the record, if he ever noticed that his favorite cologne was missing, that's what my room reeks of," she winked, got the address of the hotel, and walked to a nearby hotel for herself. She'd already contacted her landlord and had the house packed up. Max already had a room and the kids were waiting there.

"Mommy!" Deja shouted and ran to give her a hug, "Mommy, guess who I heard is in town?" she squealed, "Harry Styles!!!!!!," then more quietly said, "daddy." Isabelle usually brought Deja on vacations when One Direction was scheduled to go to Atlanta.  Disney World. Disney Land. A shopping trip in Tokyo. A shopping trip in New York. Deja loved it, and she never knew that her father was at her home. But since Isabelle needed to be around for their visit this time, she'd had Max bring Deja to a friend's house in Chattanooga. But the friend was obviously a One Direction fan, and when Niall announced that they'd have a concert since they were there, said friend ran out and bought tickets.

"I know, sweetie. We're going to his concert tomorrow to see him," she smiled at her daughter. She knew that she could convince Harry to get them backstage passes. And pit passes. And a whole bunch of tour merch.

"I thought we couldn't see him?" Deja asked confusedly.

"We can know. I have to go now; I have to get ready. My cousin is in town, so we're having a girl's night out." It worked considering that as much as Isabelle loved her cousin, Jessi, Deja couldn't stand her.

"Okay, mommy! Have fun!" Deja gave her one last hug, and then ran towards the room that she was sleeping in.

Then, Isabelle pulled out her suitcase, and started digging. No formal ware. Damn it. Snatching her purse, she left the room. At a cute boutique, she bought a long, navy blue dress, and then her phone buzzed.

"Iz. Change of plans. Meet him at the corner of 8th street NW and Watkins street NW at a bistro called The Optimist at 8. Dress nice," Louis explained quickly and then hung up without waiting for a response. She knew where The Optimist was; it was a delicious, but forty minutes away from the hotel and it was already 5:40. So she sprinted back to the hotel to get ready.


"C'mon, Harry! Just one night! You can't just go into a depression because Isabelle's gone. She's been gone. For two fucking years. I know it hurts, but this is important for our career. Go to dinner. Please." Louis kept begging as Harry kept denying.

"Lou, I can't. It isn't the same; I saw her. I touched her. I spoke to her. And now she's gone again. With Deja. With Lexi. With Daniel. They're all gone."

"I know. Don't forget that Lauren left. With Jordan. They're gone, and it hurts like hell, but I have to continue on with my life."
"You don't know fucking anything! My whole life is gone. Part of me is gone, Lou. And I can't get it back," Harry wailed.

"Just c'mon. Maybe getting out will help you feel better."

"I guess so. So where are we going?"

"A nice little bistro known as The Optimist." Louis grinned, and Harry just rolled his eyes. Then he went off to get ready.

At eight o'clock, Louis insisted that he felt ill, but that Harry should stay. Harry just stared at Louis, and insisted that he would come.

"No, Haz, you can't. Oh there..." Louis was cut off by a girl, and as Harry turned around, he gasped in shock.

"Hey, stranger," Isabelle Curran grinned at Harry. Louis just walked away, and Isabelle took his place.

"What? How? Why?" Harry stuttered.

"Louis set it all up," Isabelle replied, "I didn't know why I agreed at first, but then I realized that I was lying to myself when I said I didn't miss you. So here I am."

"That sneaking bastard," Harry muttered and then looked up, "I've missed you so much!"

A/N- Finally, a chapter where they can be together without any disguises or fake identities. But don't despair, more trouble is on the way! So like, comment and favorite.

COTC- kaz4123 said, "Please Update!!!! OMG!"

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