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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14. I Love You Isla.


I Love You Isla

Isla's P.O.V

Zooey walks to the door and waves to me, "I'm going to go see if Niall's still here."

Harry turns to her and smiles, "He hasn't left Zooey, he said he wouldn't. Don't worry." She smiles widely and quickly shuts the door. Harry turns to me and looks at me carefully. "You were about to say something."

His large hand reaches across my lap and envelops mine. I look at it pensively, should I really tell him?


I look into his pleading green eyes, still unsure. 

"Not now Harry."

"Isla, the doctor told me why this happened."

Why was he pushing this. 

"Why did it happen?" I whisper without looking at him.

"Because you weren't eating. You were taking an absurd amount of diet pills, and your heart couldn't take the strain." He gently tilts my face towards him "Isla you can tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong." I mutter, gently pushing his hand away. 

"You're going to tell me that nothing's wrong? Isla, you died." He says roughly, pushing back his unruly hair. "You were dead." his voice raises a bit making me look up at him "Isla, just tell me so that I can understand."

"That's just it Harry, I don't think you can."

"Try me." 

"I said not now, just leave me be."

"Just let me in damn it!" He looks at me frustrated. "I never know what's going on with you Isla! Why can't you trust me?"

My heart rips in two watching him, he shouldn't care this much.

"Harry, why can't you just let me be? I don't want to talk about it."

"Isla, you're not leaving until you talk to a psychologist. I hope you know that."

I look at him angrily, 

"Why? Why do I have to talk to a psychologist?"

"There's obviously something going on if you feel the need to almost die in order to be thin!" He spits out at me. I turn to him sharply, moving the clear plastic tubes around me. 

"Harry! Why can't you just understand? I'm no good for you! Just leave while you have the chance!" He looks at me wide eyed. Tears start to prick the back of my eyes. 

"I don't know where you've gotten the notion that thin is beautiful Isla! Why do you think I care if you're-"

"Stop! I get the notion everywhere I turn! I've been getting it since I was twelve! And I know you care! Maybe you don't care now, but in a few months, in a few weeks, maybe a few days that'll change! Everyone changes their mind about me! But don't worry," I try to catch my breath, finding it hard through loud sobs "You'll find someone who actually deserves to be with you, not someone like me." My breath catches and I find it a little hard to breathe. The machines around us start beeping faster, my heart rate spiking. 

"Isla calm down."

Harry says letting go of my hand and coming around the side of the bed. He gets in and hugs me tightly to him. His familiar scent wraps around me, warmth enveloping my body. Sobs still violently come, but he gently rubs my back. Soft circles gently tracing down my spine. I feel myself slowly starting to be able to breathe once more. The monitors quickly coming back to normal.

"Isla." He whispers into my ear, nestling me against his warm chest. "I love you Isla. I loved you since the moment I met you." He pauses, letting his words sink in. "Just let me help you." He hugs me tighter "Please Isla, just let me help." He intertwines his fingers in mine. "I promise you i'll always be here for you" His soft whispers slowly make my heart beat normally once more. And as our hearts start to beat in time, the door suddenly swings open.

"Ms. Maheras? Are you-"  The doctor smiles gently. "I'm going to guess you're alright." I nod gently and feel myself blush furiously. He chuckles lightly. "Alright Ms. Maheras, if you need anything my name is Doctor Lenart alright?" I smile at him weakly as he leaves. Harry chuckles lightly and I feel myself starting to smile.

"I love you Isla." He whispers, kissing my neck gently. 

"I love you too Harry."


Harry's P.O.V

She gently breathes in and out. The sounds of the machines quieter than before. I can't help but look at her as she sleeps peacefully, something I don't think she gets to do often. Her olive skin is soft against my touch, and her long curly hair is splayed around her in a halo shape. I can't help but think about the first night I saw her, the instant it clicked in my mind she had to be mine. I think about how just a few hours ago I almost lost her, how only a few moments ago she told me she loved me. 

That's all I needed. Now I know I have to protect her from the world. She turns slightly and faces me and I wrap her tighter to me, a slight smile appearing on her beautiful slumbering face. I kiss her lips, gently grazing mine against hers. I trace the contours of her cheek, my touch as light as a feather. 

"I love you Isla." I whisper and I swear I heard her heart skip a beat in her sleep. I smile against her cheek, pressing her closer. 

"I'll always love you Isla."

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