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.
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5. Don't Think About It Isla.


Don't Think About It Isla

Isla's P.O.V

"They're going to fucking kill me." I say slamming my forehead against the steering wheel. Harry laughs as he stretches his legs and places his feet on my dashboard. I turn to look at him

"You think this is funny? Traffic is backed up, we won't be at the arena for at least an hour!"

He shrugs and starts peeling a banana. I sigh loudly.

"Harry! You have to perform!"

He leans over and kisses my cheek, engulfing me with the scent of fresh banana. 

"Love, stop worrying."

"Harry they're not going to blame you for being late, they're going to blame me. First day we're together and I already make a name for myself."

He smiles cheekily, "What do you mean together?"

"Finish eating your banana, and I swear if you leave that peel behind my seat." 

"Isla are you avoiding the subject?"

I continue looking forward, pretending to be completely fascinated in the bumper sticker on the car in front of us.



He grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine.

"Do you fancy me?"

I take a breath. Don't think about it Isla.

"Yes Harry."

He kisses my chubby hand and smiles widely, "Good."

Maybe things would work out, or maybe it was best if I just didn't think about it.


Harry's P.O.V

Her hands tighten around the wheel as we are at the entrance of the arena. She slips on her sunglasses and tries her hardest to not be noticed as we go in through the back entrance. Nonetheless at least fifty girls were at the gates, hoping to catch a glance of at least one of us.

"Love, do you think I could..."

She looks at the time reflect on the dashboard, "It's ten twenty two Harry."

"Well if i'm going to be late..."

"Alright, but only two minutes."

She parks the car right at the gate and instantly we were surrounded. I open my door and the girls start screaming wildly.

"Harry I love you!"

"Harry please let me take a picture with you!"

I see dozens of excited faces pleading for my attention, and try my best to appease them all.

"Harry!" I hear Isla call from the truck.

"I'm sorry loves!" I say making my way through the crowd and back into the truck. They wave excitedly at me, and I can't help but chuckle and wave back.

"They love you." Isla whispers

"And I love them as well." I say smiling.

"That's different." She says a bit taken back.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know. I haven't met many celebrities, but I'm going to guess they don't risk being late to a concert and being mobbed to make their fans happy."

"Well, i'm not like everyone else."

She smiles to herself, "I'm glad."


"It is ten thirty five Harry. Do you want to explain to me where you have been?"

I roll my eyes, "Paul, you're our bodyguard not my gate keeper."

"Well, I can't do my job if I don't have a body to guard now can I smart ass?"

He punches my shoulder lightly, and I knew all was forgiven for now.

"Who is this?" Paul says looking at Isla. 

"She's my friend."

Isla steps forward and extends a hand, "Hi, I'm Isla."

"Pleasure is all mine, I'm Paul." He turns to look at me and winks subtly, "Get changed, the boys are on deck." Paul says before walking away to check on the rest of the boys.

I turn to Isla and she smirks at me, her full red lips in that kink of a smile.

"Ever the charmer." she says as we walk to my dressing room.

"It has to be useful for something." I say opening the door.

"Harry where have you-" Lou looks at me, then at Isla. "Ah, well that explains it all." She smirks as she pulls out a clean shirt and pants. "Get changed Romeo, Juliet and I will be waiting here."

I pick up the clothing and turn to look at Lou, "Don't ruin this for me"

"Go get changed idiot." She waves me away and I chuckle to myself as I quickly change into the clean clothing.

I grab my fedora off the rack and make my way back to them.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road then."

They both look at me and shake their heads. 


"It's eleven am."

"Well the fans aren't going anywhere!"

"So inconsiderate." Lou says as she walks past me to the door.

I grab Isla's hand and pull her up from her seat.

"Do you think i'm inconsiderate?" 

"Well, you're half an hour late. That's pretty inconsiderate."


"It's even more inconsiderate not getting a move on when you're so late." She ponders putting a finger to her chin. I kiss her on the cheek, interrupting her train of thought. She laughs loudly.

"Okay then, wish me luck!"

"Good luck!"

I run to the deck to find the lads laying around.

"Harry, where have you been mate?" Louis asks me the moment he sees me


"Well not around here obviously."

"Mate, it was important."

He looks at me knowingly, "Did you get her?" I nod and the boys laugh, "Took you long enough mate" Louis says as he claps me on the shoulder.

"Let's get a move on then!" Liam says adjusting his ear piece.

Before I walk onto the stage, I take one last look at her. She smiles at me, her eyes twinkling  from all the way across the deck.

I silently thank the heavens for knocking some sense into her.

Isla's P.O.V

"Zooey, sit still!" I say as I watch Zooey fidget with her clothing in the back seat through the mirror.

My mother turns to look at me and smiles. Trying to make me understand that Zooey is just excited.

I study my mother when we stop at a red light, her black hair is picked up in a ponytail and she's managed to fit into her favorite pair of skinny jeans for the occasion. She was truly a beauty, but the women in our family were never fortunate enough to have a small waist. The thing that differentiated my mother from the rest though, was the fact that she worked with what she had. She loved her body, she appreciated every curve and roll. I wish I could say the same about me.

"Damn it Zooey, I will pull this car over!" I finally snap as Zooey starts kneeing my seat.

My mother slaps my arm, "Don't swear in front of your sister" I roll my eyes and she points a finger at me in warning.

"That's hardly a swear."

"Don't start Isla."

"We're here! We're here!" Zooey starts singing. I

get to the gate once more, waiting for Paul to come around and open it.

"Hello, Isla."

I blush lightly, "Hi, Paul."

 "The boys are waiting for you inside. Go around and park near the back entrance, alright love?"

"Yes, thank you!"

 Zooey nearly dives out of the car the moment I park it.

"Zooey, calm down sweetie. We're here okay? They're not going anywhere!" She smiles as I run a hand through her long curly hair.

She adjusts her One Direction tank top and British flag shorts. I smirk, the kid has more fashion sense then I had at that age. I grab her small hand in mine and wave my mother to follow us. As we get closer and closer, Zooey starts gripping my hand harder.

"Sweetie, you already met Harry! What's the big deal?"

She tugs on my hand so I can lean down to her level

"Niall's the one i'm in love with!"

I giggle and try to compose myself, "You'll be fine, just take a deep breath."

"What are talking about?" Harry says walking into the corridor.

"Nothing!" Zooey says blushing massively.

"Oh? Because it sounds to me like someone has crush on Niall"

She smacks her forehead, "Don't say anything!"

Harry chuckles loudly, "Oh and I so badly wanted to play cupid!"

My mother laughs loudly, "We can revisit this conversation ten years."

"Mom." Zooey pleads

"Alright then loves, let's get to it." Harry says quickly leading us to the room where they spend their down time.

"Wow." Zooey whispers.

Niall and Louis get up the moment they see us enter.

"Hey Isla" Niall says wrapping me in a hug. "Who is this cutie?" He says getting down to Zooey's level

"My little sister Zooey, you're her favorite." Zooey looks at me angrily, but Niall quickly grabs her hand.

"Princess, i'm your favorite?" She nods hesitantly. He lifts her in his arms "Ha, I have my own little fan. Can I keep her?"

"Can he!?" Zoey says with just as much excitement as Niall. 

My mother laughs loudly,"No, you cannot."

They both pout, making me giggle loudly. They were truly made for each other. If only she were ten years older.

"Ah, this is my mother." I say remembering suddenly. "Boys, this is Roxie Maheras"

"Hello" They say in a chorus.

"And this is my little sister Zooey." I say pointing to the little girl in Niall's embrace

"Hi Zooey!"

She giggles and beams at me. "Thank you." She mouths. I shake my head and point at Harry discreetly. She whispers something into Niall's ear and he releases her, chuckling. She runs to Harry and embraces him completely.

"Thank you Harry!"

"For what cutie?"

"For bringing me here." He smiles widely and she quickly untangles herself from his embrace and runs back to Niall.

"Five minutes boys!" Someone with a large headset calls from the door.

"I guess we better be going." I say to Harry. He pushes back a strand of hair from my face and brushes his lips lightly against mine.

"Wish me luck love."

I look at him wide eyed, "Harry, you can't do that here." I whisper.

"Isla, no one saw." He says laughingly, "Are you going to wish me good luck?"

"Good luck." I finally manage.

He smiles widely,"Thank you for coming Mrs. Maheras."

"No Harry, thank you." she says smiling at him warmly. He nods and starts walking to the door with the rest of the boys.

"I'll see you after the show then ladies." Niall calls from the door

"Good luck!" Zooey calls out to him.

"Thanks princess."

My mother chuckles, "This one is going to be trouble."

I laugh as well, "Quite the flirt Zooey."

She looks up at me and smiles.

"Ready to go?" Lou says coming into the room, she dangles three lanyards from her delicate fingers "I've got three front row seats for three lucky ladies." 

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