Isabel’s POV:

I was furious with Marcel; he had no right to say what he did about Zayn. I knew Zayn more than I knew Marcel and Zayn never did anything to lie to me and make something up like this.

“Zayn I’m going to go to the party, I need to let Harry know.” I checked my cell phone for the time, and wondered if I should come early or not.

“Are you sure about that?” he looked worried for me.

“Yeah.” I smiled sadly.

“But something may happen to you too Iz…” he looked away from me.

“It’s a risk I’ll take. Will you be there too?”

“Of course.” He came over and hugged me, “I’ll do anything for you. You’re one of my good friends Iz. I have to make sure you’re safe.”

I smiled at that, “Thanks Z.” I kissed him on the cheek and hurried out of the school to get to my house, I had to get ready for a party and not seem so suspicious.

/ / /

I took in a deep breath as I opened the door to the already started party. I already inspected everything outside around the house for any suspicious behavior and found nothing, now it was time to enter the huge mansion that could cause so many things to happen.

The moment I entered his house I was in awe, Harry’s house was huge! There were people milling around, dancing, making out, everything. I was in the front room, looking around for any odd acting people, when someone tapped me on the shoulder, making me jump, “Find anything yet?”

“Damn it Zayn! You scare me all the time!” I glared at him, he was dressed fairly nice for the party, “No I haven’t found anything yet.”

He frowned at that, “Alright I’ll go check the left half of the house, you stay over here and do the right. If you find anything call me, or meet me in the front after you are done.”

“Okay.” I nodded and continued my search as Zayn left to the other side of the house.

I was looking around, when I heard music coming from the next room, it sounded like a live performance, like the one at lunch today. Finding nothing in this room, I decided to venture over and check out what was going on.

I entered a giant room, it was open and spacious, but was filled with hundreds of kids dancing around. The front room had spot lights dimming down on some people. On closer inspection, I noticed a kid named Josh on the drums; Niall was to the side playing the guitar, and some other kid on the other side on the guitar too. Then right in the middle holding the mike, and singing his heart out was Harry. He must have been singing a while, because his hair was slicked back with sweat, he kept running his hands sexily through it.

I put my hand against my chest, feeling my heart beat fast just seeing him like this, I knew I really wanted to be with him, no matter what stupid plan I decided before.

I was debating how I should go and talk to Harry to let him know what was going on when a kid stepped in front of me, “Want to dance?”

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Marcel’s POV:

I left furious from the school. Zayn was up to something and I had to stop him. Who cares what Isabel was doing, I’ll let her search for whatever imaginary thing Zayn made up for her, but I would look for the true culprit and make sure Isabel would get no harm.

I frowned in my room, wondering why Zayn hated her so much, and why his target was Isabel. He did mention that she was part of the plan, but there was someone who was his true target, someone he’s been playing with a lot longer than Isabel. Was he after Harry?

I clicked on my computer, this was one good thing about being a nerd, and I could find any information that I wanted. I typed in Zayn Malik seeing if I could pull any information from that, but only got his twitter and facebook accounts. Those meant nothing to me, so I typed in Zayn Malik’s family. That’s when I found something interesting.

I read the title of one section, that was a news clipping:

Yasser Malik Killed in a Freak Accident

I scrolled down further to read more about it, when I fell on something fairly interesting, “This is why, this is who he’s really after!” I clicked print, taking the paper and shoving it in my jeans. I hopped up and dashed to the door, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I felt guilty telling Isabel what I did that one day, and now I was taking my glasses off, to be a different person.

“Mom I’ll be back later tonight!” I yelled as I left the house, not waiting for her reply. If what I found in the article was true, then he was going to make his move tonight.

I hurried to Harry’s house, finally seeing it. I ran up the stairs and into his house, several people were already drunk and blocking my way. I moved through the crowd, feeling claustrophobic, when a girl stopped me, “Hey I've never seen you before good looking.” She started draping herself all over me. I forced a smile on my face.

“Thanks, but I'm looking for someone.”

“That girl don’t need your attention, I’m waaaaaay better.” She licked her lips at me.
I tried my hardest to not cringe from that, “No really, I need to find someone as soon as possible.” I pushed away from her to make my way through the crowd, when her long talon hands gripped my arm.

“Not so fast sexy.” She winked at me. She pushed herself up against me, cupping my crotch.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” I pushed her away.

She pouted out her lips, “What’s the matter?”

“I have to go.” I shook my head. Pushing past her, as I could hear her complaining from behind me. This was one reason why I didn’t enjoy my glasses off.

That’s when I spotted the lurking Zayn. Bingo! Found you!

I made my way to him, “Found you asshole.”

He frowned at me, “excuse me? Do I know you?”

“Fucking prick, this is what your plan is about the entire time!” I shoved the crinkled paper at him.

He seemed confused, as he took the paper and unwrinkled it, looking it over, his face dropping, letting me know I was right on, “Who are you?” he hissed at me.

“I know your plan now, I’m not about to let you put your grubby hands on Isabel!” I gripped his arm tight.

He narrowed his eyes at my hand, “Marcel.” He purred, “You actually look like you belong here. What a nice clean up.” He smirked at me, prying my fingers off of me.

He shoved the paper into his back pocket, “I know your plan, now leave, before I tell everyone else.”

His eyes darkened at my threat, “they wont believe you no matter how hard you try to explain it, because this was covered up.” He pointed at his pocket with the paper in it. While I was looking away he quickly flipped out a knife and shoved it against my throat, a few drunken people moving away from us, “And if you ever touch me again, I will kill you.” He hissed moving away from me.

I took in a deep breath, deciding if it was worth it or not, and decided it was, “Not if I get to Isabel first tonight!” I screamed running into the crowd, Zayn running after.

I pushed through, hearing everyone yelling out in anger, when I spotted Isabel towards the back of the room. I knew she would be too afraid to go straight to Harry. I changed my path to her, not looking back so Zayn could catch up, and stopped right before I came into her view. I took a deep breath and moved in front of her, “Want to dance?”

I could see Zayn, face contorted in fury, as he backed away from us.

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Isabel’s POV:

“Um…” I looked over at the stage, feeling worried, a flashback of that night happening again, ‘No thank you.” I tried to move away from him, he looked oddly familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Just one dance?” he pleaded.

I bit my lip, as Harry went into another song, “One.”

He smiled and moved his way to me, "Thank you.”

“No problem.” I shrugged as we started dancing. I gave him a once over, noticing how good looking he was. His eyes green like Harry’s and Marcel’s, hair curly as Harry’s and Marcel’s when it wasn’t slicked back, it was like he was a twin of theirs, “What’s your name?”


He was about to say something, then stopped quickly; he lowered his head down and whispered something.

“What was it?” I asked, leaning closer to him.

“My name is Harry.”

“Harry?” I frowned, looking back at my Harry. I don’t know why but I felt confused.

The Harry in front of me leaned to my ear whispering something, “I know what the plan is, and it involves you. There is no way in hell I will let someone hurt you. I will protect you.” He moved away.

“Wait! What do you mean?” I turned around as he was disappearing into the crowd. He knew something, and I needed to get to him quickly, I made my way to the door he disappeared into, when I heard Harry announcing something on the mike.

“Here’s a special song I wrote for a special person.”

I turned around at that. The instrument players got off the stage, as the light only shone on Harry, he grabbed the guitar and started strumming, and the mike was lowered so he could sing it.


He peered up as he started singing slowly:

Now you were standing there right in front of me
I hold on its getting harder to breathe
All of a sudden these lights are blinding me
I never noticed how bright they would be

He sang as he gazed around the crowd, his eyes seeming to stop on me as he sang on:

I saw in the corner there is a photograph
No doubt in my mind it’s a picture of you
It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass
This bed was never made for two

I sucked in a breath, feeling like he was telling me it was definitely never going to work again. I held onto my tears that were threatening to spill over:

I’ll keep my eyes wide open
I’ll keep my arms wide open

Don’t let me go
Don’t let me go
Don't let me go
‘Cause I’m tired of feeling alone

He repeated the same line again, making me confused now.

I promised one day that I’d bring you back a star
I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand oh
Seems like these days I watch you from afar
Just trying to make you understand
I’ll keep my eyes wide open yeah

He went back to the chorus again, repeating it. His voice low and beautiful as he sang the song, never breaking his contact with me.

Don’t let me go
‘Cause I’m tired of sleeping alone

He smiled gently, as he pulled the mike to him, “That song was called Don’t Let me Go, by no one other than me, Harry styles.” He beamed at that, everyone clapping, “But there is something I have to say. I don’t care what anyone has to say, but that song was written for Isabel. Isabel…” he pointed back to the room at me, everyone turning their gaze to me, “I have liked you ever since I met you in middle school. Something about you has caught my interest and my heart. I’m not going to accept a break up from you; I’ve loved you for a long time, and still do. Please stay by my side Isabel?”

Notes

sorry guys, I've been really busy lately!

Also, I'm trying to figure out a good time to post for you young pups who are in school.