I Knew It Then

*Shortlisted as one of Movellas top 10 1D fanfictions* "I promise you, I will be worthy of you one day". One day. ︱Isla never believed in love. Much less that it would come to her, a size eighteen curly headed nervous wreck. So when Harry Styles enters her life abruptly, a true believer in love and its beauty, Isla must learn to accept all the things love entails, but the journey is not easy. Along the way she must learn to overcome the venomous voices in her head telling her that she is not worthy. In this vicious cycle of finding an even ground in the battle that is her self image, Isla must learn to love herself again. This is love story yes, but not only about the love between two people, Harry and Isla, but the love she must regain for herself. Because before she can love him entirely, she must learn to love herself.
©Ohhipstaplease 201


10. Come Back To Me Isla.


Come Back To Me Isla

Harry's P.O.V

"You see this correct?"

Lou nods her head and looks at the picture carefully. She shakes her head lightly.

"Why would she do this?"

She looks up at me sadly and points for me to sit down. 

"Harry, sometimes it takes only a word to push someone off the edge."

I look at her wearily, trying to comprehend, "What are you trying to say?"

"Love, a person  may seem strong on the outside. As if words couldn't hurt them. But the reality is, words bruise more than actions. You want to know why?"


"Because actions can be easily erased or forgotten, but words penetrate your very being. They become a part of you. They mock you, they become the definition of who you are." 

"But Isla is stronger than that" Lou takes my hand in hers and sighs softly.

"Harry, no one is stronger than that. We're prodded and poked so often that you boys have begun to develop an immunity to it. But remember when you had first started, why you heard your first hateful slur?"

I nod remembering the utter helplessness, the impotency towards the situation.

"Now can you imagine how Isla feels?" 

"But Lou, she's going to kill herself at this rate." I say feeling the utter helplessness rise up once more. 

"Then we have to help her." She says smiling slightly. "But Harry?"


"It's going to be anything but easy."


Isla's P.O.V

"Zooey, come on." I say trying to collect our baggage with one hand and pull her towards me with the other. 

"Isla! I think that's for us!" She says excitedly pointing towards a large sign being help up by a bulky, muscular man dressed in black from head to toe. I take a look, from side to side sweeping the area for any photographers and breathe a sigh of relief when I realize that there was not anyone around. 

"Alright, off we go then." I say tightly gripping my hand in hers. We walk towards the man and he smiles upon seeing us. 

"Miss Isla and Miss Zooey I presume." We both nod and he takes the baggage from my hands. "I am Jacob, it's a pleasure to serve you."

He extends a hand and I gently take it in mine,"Thank you Jacob." 

He extends it to Zooey as well and she giggles while taking it in hers. 

"Thank you." She says smilingly.

He chuckles and motions for us to follow him down the airport towards the exit. As the doors open, exposing our first glimpse of the city, Jacob and turns and smiles once more. 

"Welcome to Los Angeles ladies."


'Where exactly are we headed?" I say rather quietly in the backseat of a luxurious Mercedes Benz.

Jacob looks at me through the mirror and smiles at me, "That I am not allowed to disclose."

"Ah, alright then." I say rather embarrassed. Zooey on the other hand is bouncing off the walls with energy. Pointing out every minimal detail and fussing over her dress wanting to make sure it looks perfect. 

"Alright ladies we are arriving to our destination." I feel my stomach twist and turn as two heavy iron gates open up and allow us to proceed into a massive compound. 

"Wow." Zooey utters breathlessly. The house was massive, a mansion fit for a hundred people. These boys were certainly living the dream. 

The car pulls up to the fancily decorated front entrance. And that's when I see him. I feel my nerves bunch up and clutter in my stomach, slowly moving up to my heart making it do flips and aerials. Suddenly I feel lightheaded as Jacob comes over to my side and opens the door, offering me a hand. My own hand shakes as I struggle to grasp Jacob's. My legs tremble and as soon as my foot hits the concrete and when my eyes lock eyes with Harry's I feel everything fade around me.

Suddenly, he seemed farther away then ever. 

Harry's P.O.V

"ISLA!" I run towards her, watching her fall back in one swift motion. Jacob luckily catches her before her skull hits the hot concrete. He looks up at me, clearly distressed. I take her in my arms, carefully laying her on the grass next to us. Her head on my lap.  

Zooey runs out from the other side of the car in tears, "Isla, wake up" She pleads. She starts shaking her.

"Niall, get out here! Get Zooey inside now!" 

"NO!" She clings to Isla's  arm. Niall runs out of the house and looks at the scene. He quickly swoops up Zooey in his arms.

"Call an ambulance Harry don't just stand there mate!" I shakily grab my phone and dial 9-1-1. 

Praying that nothing serious was wrong with her. 


The ambulance arrived within moments, along with half the paparazzi in California. Paul frantically shuts the gates after ambulance enters, making sure to keep any unwanted people out. The paramedics are quick to check her heartbeat, which was faint, and her blood pressure, which was dangerously low. They lifter her into the ambulance and I quickly followed.

Niall looked into the truck before they closed the doors "We'll follow you in the other cars, i'll bring Zooey with me."

"Call Isla's mother as well. And don't let Zooey out of your sight" He nods solemnly before they close the doors and quickly start to drive. I grab Isla's hand in mine, looking at how thin her fingers had gotten. 

"I'm sorry love. I'm so sorry." I feel tears prick my eyes. "Isla, I understand why you did this. You may not hear me, but I understand. And it was stupid of you." I feel anger consume me, hot tears streaming down my face. "Words hurt, but you should never let anyone define your worth Isla." Her face continues to look pale and sallow. "Please, let me show you your worth love. Just come back and I promise I'll love you enough for the both of us." Beeps fill the air, unsettling any hope of her recovering. 

"Clear." says a paramedic as he gets the paddles ready. Another paramedic hastily removes my hand from hers and I watch as the electric current shocks her body. I watch the screen, my heart sinking as I see the line remain straight. 

"Clear." Moments go by slowly, mocking me. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

"We're okay." 

I look up and see it faintly beating. The line taunts me, barely rising but still somehow showing a heartbeat. I grab hold hand of her once more, tears of relief streaming down my face. "I love you Isla. Please, don't die on me love, not like this." I kiss her hand lightly, careful not to disturb the many tubes that poke and prod her delicate skin. 

"Please love, come back to me Isla."

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