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?


15. Let's Go Home

Isabelle didn't know why she agreed to let Louis drive. He kept going too fast and running red lights. But Harry was next to her, holding her hand as if to protect her.

"Don't you usually leave after the concert?" Isabelle asked quietly.

"Yeah, usually, but we need to give you time to pack. You are coming back to London, right?" Louis questioned.

"Well, I need time to close everything up here. I can't just leave tonight!" Isabelle gasped.

"I want to go!" Deja piped in.

"Then it's settled. We're going home, Iz!" Harry hugged her. He had sat in the middle seat so he could sit next to Deja and Isabelle. It might not be comfortable, but he did.

"Give me two days. I have a business to get rid of, a house to sell..."
"Max..." Harry sighed.

"Harry. Nothing ever happened with Max," Isabelle rolled her eyes, and remembered the day she met Max.


"You okay down there?" a stranger asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Just... a lot's going on right now," Isabelle replied sadly. One month ago, she saw the man she loved, the man she was going to marry, in bed with another girl. It broke her. She left. She cried. And she broke the world's heart. Harry Styles was hated for hurting her, but then she used her power and made herself the bad guy in a way. She tweeted that she'd never be good enough for him, and she shouldn't even try. She knew that it must've broken Harry's heart, but he'd broken hers.

"Are you sure? You really seem upset," the man said again.

"I am," Isabelle replied.

"Can I help?" he asked.

"Not really. Nobody can help me," Isabelle sighed with tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes.


"What's your name?"


"Well, Max. I caught my fiancé in bed with another woman,"

"I totally get it. People can be asses,"
"Especially Harry Styles."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Max asked.

"He was my fiancé. I'm Isabelle Curran," she said.

"Really? That's crazy!" Max laughed.

"No really. Notice how she disappeared? It's because she is right here."
"Well, you shouldn't tell people that! Change your name! Hide yourself! You don't want him finding you!" Max said seriously.

"Maybe. Who should I be?"

"How about Regina Smith?"
"Perrie Brown?"
"Belle May?"
"I like it. Belle May it is."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Belle May."
"Nice to meet you too, Max..."

"Well, Max James, I think we're going to be great friends," Isabelle laughed, temporarily forgetting her problems.

*End flashback*

"Seriously, though. You need to get rid of Max! I don't want him coming along!" Harry said.

"You didn't have a problem with me being friends with Zayn!"
"Because Zayn is married! Iz, I don't want to lose you ever again, and Max is a threat," Harry shouted, making Deja wince.
"Stop yelling, Harry. I don't like Max like that. He was there for me when you were too busy in bed with other girls!" Isabelle said quietly.

"I'm sorry. It's like Brian. I feel like he's going to ruin everything."
"He won't. He doesn't hurt me like Brian did."
"He could."
"And so could you," Isabelle sighed, "You did, in fact. I just am going to say goodbye, and he can move to London if he wants to," Isabelle sighed.

"I know. You can't stop him, but please try. I just don't want anything to go wrong," Harry smiled weakly.

"I know, but something already is wrong," Isabelle sighed.

"I can't explain right now. I'll explain later," Isabelle said, hoping that he'd forget about it.

"I love you,"
"Love you too"

A/N- Hai! What do you think the problem is? Comment what you think, and like, comment more, and favorite!

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