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?


6. I Know The Truth

Isabelle felt him beside her in the bed. She had pulled pajamas onto herself and Harry after what had just happened. She couldn't help but to hate him, though. She hadn't even considered sleeping with anyone else since they broke up, and since Harry hopefully didn't know who she really was, he obviously had moved on. But in the moment, she had been so happy. Harry had eventually fallen asleep, but Isabelle just stared at him, wishing she could tell him the truth, but she doubted he would care.

"Belle?" Harry sat up groggily. Isabelle nodded, and Harry pulled her towards him. His hands were running through her short, bleached blonde hair, and his lips were on hers.

"I know this sounds really bad, but you remind me so much of the girl I love. Before you think I'm cheating, she left me two years ago, with our three children." Harry sighed. Isabelle considered telling him, but it wasn't right. Maybe he hadn't stopped loving her, but he was willing to sleep with other girls, so he wasn't still sad about their breakup. Not like Isabelle was, anyway.

"Well, Harry, I understand completely." She lied. He had admitted that he missed her, and that he loved her, but she didn't know how he would react if she told him.

"I could love you. Just give me some time," Harry sighed, and kissed her again.

"I could love you, too, Harry," she mumbled against his lips.

"We had better get going. We do have a song to finish." Harry pulled away, and smirked at her.

"Okay. Do you need anything? Clothes, a toothbrush, hair product?" Isabelle asked.

"Nah, I'll be fine." Harry smiled again, and got up, "Where's the bathroom? I need a shower."

"Down the hall. It's the last door on the left," Isabelle smiled. She then got up, and went towards her bathroom so she could shower as well.

"Why don't I just join you in there?" Harry asked with a seductive look on his face.

"Why don't you?" Isabelle smiled, and gestured for him to come.


After their shower, Harry and Isabelle got ready to leave. When she was Isabelle, she had never done that, but as Belle, it seemed like something she would do.
"Who is Max?" Harry asked once they were in his car.

"Max is my best friend. He's always been there for me since I moved here. I had a really hard time back in London."

"What happened?" Harry demanded.

"I got raped. When I said that I had broken up with Ronnie's father, I was lying. I never saw him again after what he did to me." Isabelle sighed.

"I'm so sorry." Harry sighed, and put one arm around her.


Once they arrived at the studio, Isabelle gave Harry one last kiss, and then they ran in.

"You're late." Zayn was waiting outside.

"Nobody else is here, though." Harry said, confusedly.

"I'm just messing with ya." Zayn laughed. Isabelle wanted to go hug him, and ask how Perrie was, and how their kids were. Isabelle had actually taken Perrie's daughter's name, Ronnie, and used it as a fake name for Lexi.

"Well, you wait out here, and Miss May is going to show me how to use some of her equipment." Harry said.

"You should already know how." Zayn retorted.

"True, but I don't," Harry laughed, "Come on, Belle."

Once they were alone, Harry smiled at her. "Do you really need me to show you how to use this stuff?" Isabelle sighed.

"No." Was his response, and he leaned in for a kiss. But then he stopped.
"Look," he sighed, "I know the truth, Isabelle."

A/N- Hi!!!!!!! I already asked the QoTd in the last chapter, so yeah. Like, comment, and favorite.

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