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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18. I Meant It Isla.


I Meant It Isla

Harry's P.O.V

I lay awake as the sun slowly starts to seep in through the narrow spaces between the curtains. I slowly trace the curvature of her waist, increasingly aware of her bare skin beneath my rigid fingertips. A slight smile starts to form onto my face as I realize she's finally waking up. Her eyelids slowly start to flutter open as I brush a strand of hair away from her face.

"Good morning love." I whisper to her, slowly running my fingers through her thick hair. She smiles at me sleepily, her eyes still slowly adjusting to the light around her. 

"Good morn-" She slowly peeks under the covers and looks up at me wide eyed, her face entirely flushed.

"Don't be shy love." I chuckle lightly and kiss her forehead.

She sighs quietly and wraps the covers tighter around her body. I shift and in turn wrap her in my embrace, smiling all the while. Bare skin touching bare skin, both of our senses increasingly aware. Surprisingly she does not pull away from me, instead she presses her warm cheek to my bare chest and listens to the beat of my heart. 

"Isla, honey! I'm leaving in an hour!" Isla jumps at the sound of her mother's voice.

She gets out of bed, almost oblivious to the fact she was completely in the nude. I bite my lip, reigning in the desires that were running rampant in my mind at the sight of her. She yelps as she looks down at herself and realizes her lack of clothing. Isla quickly rips the covers off of me and wraps it around herself, her eyes widening when looking at me laying in her bed completely naked. Somehow, even though her shyness abounded, she was able to utter a giggle. Smirking at me, a blush playing upon her face, she bends down and picks up my boxers quickly throwing them my way. 

"Isla are you awake? Can I come in?" Her mother calls rather impatiently through the door once more.  I quickly get out of the bed and pull on the boxers and subsequently find my joggers as well. As I turn to look at Isla I see she's almost presentable, so I make myself useful and make the bed. 

"I'm awake Mami." She calls as she brushes the tangles out of her curly hair and collects it in a ponytail. I wink at her as she heads to the door, and quickly sit on the bed nonchalantly before Mrs. Maheras comes in. 

"Isla i've been wait- Oh Harry." Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks at me sitting upon Isla's bed. "I didn't know you were in here" She says suddenly furrowing her brow, her normally bright eyes darken and I instantaneously knew something was not quite right. 

"He's slept in my room before." Isla says quietly, her mother nods and gives her smile. Lightly wrapping an arm around her Mrs. Maheras turns to look at me once more.

"I know sweetie, I know." 

I think she's caught on to what happened between Isla and I. 


Isla's P.O.V

After a quick shower I make my way back down the stairs to grab a cup of coffee. I lightly step onto the first step only to hear low voices muttering in the kitchen. 

"Look, I know you've meant well from the moment you met her, but Harry, Isla has been through so much in so little time. How could you take advantage of her like that?"

My heart stops in my chest in the realization that my mother was talking to Harry. I carefully sit on the step below me, making sure it does not creak, and become covertly hidden from their view.

"With all due respect Mrs. Maheras," Harry begins in his slow drawl. Normally I would smile at his way of speaking, the meticulous particularity he had towards making sure the word he chose meant exactly what he wanted to convey. But today, I was only grateful that he had a skill such as that because my mother would not be convinced easily. "I am not taking advantage of anyone. Both Isla and I made the decision in our right-"

"No don't you dare say you both took the decision to do this!" My mother harshly cuts Harry off, her voice quickly lowering. "Isla is still healing. She's still vulnerable. You of all people should understand that." Her voice quivers and tears prick my own eyes as I hear her take a deep breath and continue. "Harry, my daughter is a beautiful person, a delicate soul if you will, but she's been broken. I don't-" A sob comes out from her, and I don't know quite how to feel. I've never seen my mother cry before. "I don't know if I can put her back together. And you're only complicating the situation further. How is she going to act when you get bored of her? When you cast her aside like any other of your previous-"

A chair squeaks across the marble floor and my breath catches in my throat. 

"That will not happen." Harry says in a stern tone. A pause turns into a momentary silence, surely as my mother tries to compose herself. "That will never happen." He continues on. "I would never take advantage of you daughter in such a way Mrs. Maheras, I-" He pauses once more as if collecting his thoughs, and I feel myself growing anxious  as time lapses without his voice finishing his sentence. "I love her, and I will gladly dedicate my life to piecing her back together until she is whole again."

A tear falls down my face as silence once more abounds around me. I jump as suddenly footsteps start to be heard at the foot of the stairs.

"Isla?" His deep voice says my name in such a distinct way. I find myself wiping tears away haphazardly and plastering a smile on my face as he looks at me inquisitively. "Are you crying, love?" I shake my head, trying to make it seem preposterous that I was crying but my emotions got the best of me. He quickly walks up the steps, staying at the one right below me. "You were listening weren't you?" Harry says as he wraps his arms around me. His smell wraps around me and I feel myself quickly relax in his now familiar embrace. 

"Yes." I manage to whisper into his broad chest, telling him the truth for once. He smiles against my forehead before kissing it lightly. 

"I meant it Isla, every last word."

"I know" I whisper once more, hugging him tighter to me. And somehow deep within me,

I knew he did. 

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