My Kryptonite

This is a story about a girl name Izzy and her brother Harry Styles. They go on tour and are faced with many difficulties.


8. It's official

Izzy's P.O.V.

"So Harry, I've heard that you brought your cousin and her friend with you on tour. Is that correct?" The interviewer asked.

"Yes that is correct. Would you like to meet them?" He asked her.

"Of course. Here is Izzy Mae Styles and Brooklyn Ashley Smith." She announced. We both walked out and waved. I sat next to Niall and Brooke sat next to Harry.

"We have some news." Harry said.

"Really?" She asked confused. All of us looked at them and smiled.

"Brooke and I are dating." Harry said with a huge smile on his face. It was silent for a second. Then a burst of hate and cheer mixed came towards them. Brooke flinched at the sound of the sudden noise. She looked shocked to hear hate when she is dating the man of her dreams.


We got back to the hotel at 11:30 that night. Everyone was tired so we all went to bed. Niall and I walked towards our room. He pulled out the key and opened the door.

"I can't take this anymore." I said tearing up.

"What's wrong love?" Niall asked trying to comfort me.

"Come with me." I said grabbing his hand and led him into the bathroom.

"What are we doing in here?" He asked nervously.

"I can't hide it anymore." I told him as I grabbed my razor from the shower rack.

"Izzy what are you doing?" He asked with concern filling his voice.

"I need to show you." I told him as I lifted my shirt exposing half of my stomach. He gasped at the sight of my scarred abdomen.

“Izzy what happened?” He asked trying to stay calm.

“This.” I said as I slid the cool razor blades across my skin.

Niall gasped as he watched me for the first time. I did my usual routine. Cut, wash, bandage, and sleep. I was cleaning my cuts when I felt Niall’s hands touching my stomach. I winced at his touch and continued on. He slowly started to help me clean my cuts. After we cleaned them I walked over to the bed and collapsed onto the comforter. Niall walked over to my bag and grabbed some pajama pants and shirts. He silently walked over to me and sat me up. My face was tearstained and my eyes were puffy. He handed me the clothes.

“Do it for me.” I said.

“Um” He said not sure what to do.

“Niall, you have seen me in a bikini before and this is no different.” I stated.

“Ok.” He said. He carefully lifted my shirt and pulled it off of my head. Next were my pants. I put my hands on his shoulders as he unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. I stepped out of my pants and sat on my bed. He leaned over to grab my pants and shirt when suddenly we were face to face. I was only in my underwear and bra as I stared into his deep blue eyes. He slowly leaned in and our lips touched I felt my-self kissing him back. He put his hands around my hips and I put mine around his neck. We stayed like that for five minutes. He pulled away and quickly handed me my clothes. I got up and threw on my clothes. He was changing when I looked over and saw him staring at me. I coughed causing him to turn around and walked over to the bed.

“Come here.” I told him. He walked over to me.

“Yes?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“We go out right?” I asked nervously.

“Yes?” He said confused.

“Good because that was my first kiss.” I told him as I got under the covers with my back to him. I could feel his hot breath against my skin and I rolled over. Now we were face to face again. I leaned in.

“Don’t tell anybody about what happened.” I told him and kissed his lips. He pushed his hand against the back of my head to deepen the kiss. I felt sparks at my lips and bombs drop in my heart. It was amazing. He was amazing. I never what to leave him.

“What do I not tell about?” He asked

“Everything.” I said.

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