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


16. Home Is Where Your Heart Belongs Isla.


Home Is Where Your Heart Belongs Isla

Isla's P.O.V

"Isla, you okay love?" Harry says turning to me, as he notices I've been quiet the entire way back. I nod he smiles at me, putting his hand over mine for only a brief moment before it goes back to the steering wheel. "Isla, i'm happy you're out of there. I'm just..." He pauses, his eyes intently looking at the road. Harry lifts a hand from the steering wheel and runs it through his thick curls. "I'm just happy you're finally coming home with me."

There was that word again. Home. 

"Harry?" I say trying to not feel nervous. 

"Yes love?"

"Why do you call it home? Isn't your home where your family lives?"

He looks at me through his peripherals, smiling slightly. 

"Home is where your heart belongs Isla. I carry my family wherever I go in my heart, but if I can't be with them well they're still with me in here." He lightly taps his heart with a large hand. "For me, home is wherever I feel loved and secure. And that happens to be with the lads, and now," He gently parks the car in front of the large gates and turns to look at me "Now you're a part of my home." He tilts my head towards his, his fingers warm under my chin. "Now you're a part of my heart." His lips meet mine in a simple kiss, light and beautiful, yet it still had my heart racing. 

"Now home is wherever we can be together." He says in a light whisper, it travels around me, wrapping tightly around my heart.


"Oh baby." My mother wraps her arms tightly around me. Her perfume overwhelms me, her laugh in my ear. "I'm so happy you're okay." I smile, looking up at her. 

"You didn't have to fly out mom, i'm alright." She smiles at me, running a hand through my long hair. 

"Don't worry, i'm leaving tomorrow. One week off is all I can afford."

I laugh at her gently. 

"You don't have to leave." 

"I know you're in good hands Isla, both you and Zooey." Her eyes shift to Zooey on the couch with Niall. He's playing a game with her and she's laughing wildly. "I'm guessing this crush isn't going to go away easily?"

"You're guessing right."

"Isla," My mother grabs both of my hands in hers, lightly gripping them. "Please, take care of yourself sweetie. Please, open your eyes and see," I look at her, trying to avoid the tears that were sure to come from both of us.  "Everyone here, they love you just the way you are honey." She pushes a strand of hair away from my eyes and smiles sadly, clearing her throat. "How about we get dinner started? We can have a nice dinner with boys" I nod, pulling her into a hug. 

"Thanks mom."

"Anytime Isla."


Harry's P.O.V

"What's all this then?" I ask chuckling to myself. I watch as Isla and her mother dance around the kitchen, laughing to themselves while they continue to cook dinner for tonight. Isla whips around blushing, realizing that I was studying them. 

"Oh nothing." She says smiling shyly.

I watch on as they continue to sing and dance around the large kitchen. A song comes on the radio which has them singing even louder, and  I can't help but join in. I  grab a spatula from Isla's delicate hands and stand on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

I turn the spatula into a steering wheel and watch as Isla laughs at my pathetic attempts to dance. I get down from the counter and pull her towards me. 

"Are you making fun of me Isla?" Her eyes dart to her mother, who suddenly had the urge to go check on Zooey. I turn her head back to me. "I asked you a question." She looks at me wide eyed, as I grab her roughly and pin her to the counter. "Isla, i'm a very rational man. But when you make fun of me I tend to get a bit angry." She continues to look at me wide eyed, innocent to such rough play. 

"You wouldn't like me when i'm angry."


Isla's P.O.V

The smirk on his face tells me he's joking, but how tightly he has me pinned to the marble counter top makes me think otherwise. What's going on with him. He couldn't possibly be thinking about...

"Mmm." My body hums as he starts slowly drawing circles on the contours of my waist, all the while roughly biting at my neck. A new sensation spread through my body, confusing my mind. It was the same heat flowing through my very being that I felt back at the hospital when he pinned me to the bed. His lips meet mine, pressing roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth. It was an urgent kiss, deep and full. Nothing like what we had done before. I wrap my arms around his neck and he props me onto the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pulls me closer to him. Sweet quiet moans escape his mouth as I gather the courage to nip at his neck. I gently nudge away his silver chain, pressing my tongue to his bare, warm skin. He edges me away, lifting my face towards him once more. His brow slightly furrowed as he reaches in to kiss me once more. Desperate kisses, full of desire and passion. It was overwhelming, my heart beating quicker and quicker. 

"Ahem," We both look up to see Louis standing at the doorway, his hands in his pocket. 

"You have horrible timing," Harry says, lifting me off the counter and putting me back on the floor. Louis laughs loudly. 

"Can't help it mate," Louis winks at me and walks towards the fridge, taking out a bottle of water. "Mrs. Maheras said dinner was to be served in ten minutes, sharp." He takes a swig of water and looks at me. "Need some help serving the meal love?" I nod and he smiles at me. 

"Nothing quite like a family dinner." Harry says wrapping his arm around me. His choice of words wrapping around my mind. 

Family. We were a family. 

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