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


21. Happy Birthday Isla.


Happy Birthday Isla

Isla's P.O.V

"Harry please." I call to him, he chuckles wrapping me tighter to his embrace. "Harry." I giggle, unable to feign anger or annoyance.

He gets up from our cozy bed, and I feel cold now that his warmth has left my presence. I open my eyes completely now, still feeling drowsy. The sunlight shone on my face and I pathetically tried lifting the covers over my head, which only resulted in Harry chuckling at my expense. 

"Come on Isla, time to get up." I sigh loudly not quite ready to leave the confines of our bed. Harry leans over the side and kisses my forehead. "Isla, baby get up."

I turn to face him, squinting a bit.

"But Harry."

He furrows his brow, perfectly capable of feigning annoyance. 

"Isla, it's your birthday, love." He kisses my cheek, and then my nose. Gently he trails kisses on the contours of my face. "Come on now, let's get the day started." 

"Ugh, please let's not."

I turn my back to him and pull the covers over me once more. Only to feel them be pulled back and thrown off the side of the bed. Harry then lifts me off the bed, as if I weighed nothing. He lightly plants his lips upon mine and smiles brightly at me. 

"Happy Birthday Isla."

I smile at him still feeling my face blush deeply. 

"Thank you Harry." I look down at the floor beneath me and feel anxiety at the fact that he was carrying me completely. "Um, do you think you can put me down before you hurt yourself?" He chuckles and sets me back on my feet gently. 

"Get dressed love, I have quite the day planned for you."


It was already my birthday. Three weeks into therapy and a month and a half since my incident. How time passed quickly, almost fleetingly. 

I look at myself in the mirror, wearing the lace sundress that Zooey had picked out for me as a birthday gift. My hair was straightened and looked longer than ever. My nails painted with delicate designs and my makeup done. All thanks to Zooey of course. I step closer to my reflection, feeling something I hadn't felt before. There was still some uneasiness about wearing a dress without a jacket, about showing so much skin. But those feelings were overpowered for once. 

For once, in my own mind I thought I actually looked beautiful. 


Harry's P.O.V

I nervously wait for Isla to finish getting ready. The gift in my pocket almost burning a hole through my pant's pockets. 

"Wow." I hear Zooey say, and I swiftly turn my head to see her descend the stairs. Her legs were elongated by a pair of high heels. Her dress was delicate and dangerously short. Her long hair was straightened, swaying behind her with every meticulous movement. I shamelessly look at the curvature of her hips, the hour glass shape of her body, the jut of her breasts, the sensuous length of her strong legs.

"Ahem." Zooey says smirking a me. I had yet to utter a syllable.

"You know..." I clear my throat, trying to buy myself some time to compose myself once more. I think we should spend the day here..." I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her towards me. Her breath catches and I look down at her, the dress revealing cleavage which I unabashedly looked at. She looks up at me and follows my line of sight, blushing violently when she realizes what i'm intently staring at. I lean in and whisper in her ear "What do you say, love?" 

"Gross." Zooey remarks loudly. "Get out of here, you're not staying home." She pushes us apart and hands Isla her purse "And I don't expect to see you back until at least eight pm." Zooey huffs as she pushes us towards the door.

I start to make it increasingly difficult on her to push me by leaning my weight on her. Isla covers her face as she starts to giggle.

"Harry!" Zooey whines as she pushes my roughly, unable to get me off of her or anywhere towards the door. I look back and smile at her. 

"Eight pm?" 

"At the very least eight pm." She says nodding at me solemnly. 

"Got it." I stand up straight and grab Isla's hand, leading her towards the door. As Zooey goes to close the door, I get down at her level and kiss her forehead "Thanks for everything" She smiles at me widely.

"You know you're like my big brother, don't sweat it." I laugh at her remark, knowing that it was true. Somehow we managed to become a family in this short time. Isla smiles at my sweet gesture towards her sister.

"Let's get going, love." She nods and raises her eyebrows at Zooey, her little sister winks back. I smile to myself, I knew Isla was in for a day she'd never forget. 

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