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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11. I'll Help You Isla.


I'll Help You Isla

Harry's P.O.V


The moment we reach the doors of the hospital, Isla is rapidly taken inside. Paparazzi swarm around us, the air becomes thick and humid. The constant beeping starts to go in time with my own heart, the screams and shouts intertwining with each other, making each one as insignificant as the last. I try to keep a hold of Isla's hand, my one last connection to her. But as soon as we hit the main doors, i'm hastily pushed away.

Suddenly she seemed farther away than ever. 


"Harry, mate." I turn and face Louis. He looks at me somberly. "Any news yet?" I shake my head, he sighs loudly and sits down. "What happened?" 

"I don't know Lou, I think it has something to do with her heart," I choke back tears "She flat lined in the ambulance." He looks at me, his mouth a bit agape. "She died Louis." 

"What?" He whispers. 

'For a minute, she was gone. Gone." A tear slips out, impotency surging through my being. I slam my fists against my knees. The pain minimal, the anger though did not subside.

Louis quickly gets up and wraps an arm around me. 

"Mate, they're doing everything they can." 

"But I should've done everything I could." 

"Harry, you couldn't have saved her."

"But i'm the one who put her in this position." 

'Harry these thoughts don't suddenly overtake your mind overnight. This was a long time coming. It was going to happen whether you were in her life or not." He says rather annoyed.

I stand up, too furious to rationalize. 

"How dare you." I go up to him closely, accentuating every word. "It takes one single word to ruin a person's life, and guess how many she had to hear because of me?" He looks at me wide-eyed. "Guess Louis." He tries to push me away and I get closer to him, pushing him against the sterile, white wall. "GUESS LOUIS? GUESS WHOSE FAULT IT IS THAT SHE'S IN THERE?" 

"HARRY!" Liam screams, pushing me away from Louis. He sits me down roughly, "We know you're going through a difficult time, but you don't have any right to make it worse." I try to get up, and stand level with him, but he pushes me back down in my seat.

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

"Hey! Do you think Isla would like to see you this way? Huh? Would she?" He leans in towards me, his brow furrowed, every aspect of his disposition reflecting anger. "This is no one's fault." He pokes my chest, making me lay back into the cushioned seat. "It is not your fault, you understand?" 

"Yes it is." I say steadily

"Harry! This isn't your fault! We don't even know what happened yet, so I suggest you calm down and stay there before Zooey and Niall come over here." I look up at him angrily, but don't have the will to defy him. An uncomfortable silence is held between the three of us, something that has never occurred before. Louis clears his throat, trying to get my attention.

"What." I snap.

"I'm sorry mate, I shouldn't have said that."

"No you shouldn't have."

"And you shouldn't have attacked him." Liam says eyeing me.

"Fine. I accept your apology. I'm sorry as well."

Louis looks at me and smiles half-heartedly.

"It'll be alright Harry."

I nod and turn back to stare at the blank wall. 

"Harry!" I turn to see Zooey running towards me. She hugs me tightly and I rub her back gently. "Harry, how is Isla?" She says quietly, as if afraid. 

"I don't know sweetie, she just got into the room alright? We'll know in a little while," She nods and hugs me once more. Niall comes and grabs her hand tightly, as if protecting her from the bleak world around her. 

"Who is a relative of Ms. Maheras?" I jump up from my seat, my heart beating frantically, the blood rushing in my ears. The doctor looks at me steadily. "Mr. Styles, Ms. Maheras is still in a pretty delicate condition but she will be alright. Now there is another matter I would like to speak with you alone." I turn to look at the boys and they nod at me, willing me the strength to go. 

"Alright." I say calmly. He leads me to an empty corridor, a few steps away. 

"Ms. Maheras has developed a case of arrhythmia. What this means is that her heart will have a very irregular heart beat causing it to make the heart beat either too fast or too slow," He uses his hands to pretend to diagram a human heat. He looks at me steadily, pushing up his thick-rimmed glasses. "What happens is that the heart is pumping ineffectively for a prolonged period of time, causing a strain on it. What we noted was that the her electrolyte level was extremely low, and so was her blood pressure." He tries to make eye contact, which I had been heavily avoiding. "Mr. Styles, do you know if Ms. Maheras has been eating normally?" I shake my head

"She has lost a lot of weight..." He nods. 

"These types of cases typically occur with persons suffering from bulimia Mr. Styles. What typically occurs is that because no nutrients are getting into the body, the heart is getting the grunt of it. Moreover, we found a variety of diet pills in her stomach, which we have pumped. The caffeine in each of those pills combined are probably what caused her heart to go into overdrive." He pauses for a moment "Her quick weight loss, unfortunately, came at a price." He shakes his head "We get so many young girls in the same condition Mr. Styles, they don't have the same fate as Ms. Maheras. Count your blessings son." He claps my shoulder, trying to convey some sort of affection with just a gesture. And walks off down the corridor. I slump on the wall, sliding to the floor. My head rests in my hand and I feel tears spill out lightly.

"Damn it." I say angrily. "God damn it!"

Hot tears fall down my face for the umpteenth time today and I no longer bother to wipe them away. Permanent trails that denote my guilt and remorse.

"I'll live my entire life making it up to you Isla, I swear." I whisper to the walls around me. "You'll see love, we'll get through this." 

"I'll help you Isla, no matter what."

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