Harry's P.O.V

"Aren't you hungry?" Isabelle bit into her bacon and eggs tentatively. We were sitting at the table, eating breakfast. My mum was in the kitchen, humming to herself, preparing more food, while Gemma was in her room, supposedly preparing for the tour she was giving us today.

I shook my head, "Nah, I'm fine." Isabelle pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to say more, "Are you sure Harry? You didn't eat last night either." I couldn't fucking tell her about the deal I made with management. I shook my head again, "Belle, I said I'm fine."

She looked down. I figured that if I couldn't get her to drop the topic, I'd have to distract her. "Now," I said, "Hurry up and finish your breakfast so that I can take you into my room and make you scream my name." Her eyes widened and she blushed, and I winked.

"Harry!" she scolded, giggling slightly, "Don't say that! What if I don't want to do that?" she teased. I cocked an eyebrow, "Really? Because yesterday's events would beg to differ." She blushed an even deeper shade of pink, if that was possible.

"Can we not talk about this?" she whispered. I reached for her hand, "Why not? Is it too awkward?" she nodded. I leaned forward, "Maybe next time," I murmured, "It can be your mouth instead of your hands."

She gasped, her fork clattering against her plate, and smacked her hand against my mouth. I licked her palm and she squealed, pulling back and wiping her hand on her jeans. We both began laughing like idiots: Loud and without control.

My mum poked her head out of the kitchen, "Everything alright in there?" she teased. That just made Isabelle and I laugh harder. My mum basically had no idea how perverted and dirty I was, and I found that concept so hilarious. I could tell by Isabelle's face that she thought so too.

My mum eventually shook her head, realising that she wouldn't get an answer out of us. Isabelle and I finally caught our breath, and Isabelle smiled at me. Slowly though, her smile curved down into a frown, "I know what you're doing Harry. You're trying to distract me. What's going on, really?"

Fuck, I really thought it would work dammit. I didn't want to tell her. No one, not even the other lads in the band, knew about the deal I'd made with management, and I didn't feel like ending that streak with Isabelle. She'd probably yell at me, tell me it was a terrible idea. Deep down, I knew she was right, but I'd already agreed. I'd do anything if it meant that it was for the best of the band.

"It's nothing," I said, the words coming out harsher than I thought, "Just drop it." Isabelle recoiled slightly, distancing herself away from me, and I immediately felt guilty, "I mean," I tried to soothe, "I'm just not in the mood to talk about it right now. Please?"

She stayed silent. "Belle," I pleaded, "Look at me." She stopped swirling the contents of her breakfast around with her fork and gazed at me through her eyelashes. I timidly reached for her hand and smiled lightly when she didn't move away.

"Fine," she sighed. I shot her a small smile, which grew once she returned the warm gesture. She looked back down, but I could tell that she wasn't done pressing the subject. "Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded before quickly finishing up her breakfast.

"I'll be right back," she said, holding the dirty plate and the cutlery. She walked into the kitchen, no doubt to wash her own plate, and I faintly heard her greet my mum. There were more murmurs of conversation.

I pulled at my hair, stressed. Isabelle was so pure, so innocent, so good. She was too good for me. I didn't deserve her, and she could do so much better than me. I had a temper, I was possessive, and I could be really nasty when I wanted to be. The sad thing was that I wasn't able to catch myself while all these things were happening. I didn't want to hurt Isabelle, but sooner or later, I knew I would.

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

I looked up, only to find Gemma smirking down at me. She wore casual attire, blue skinny jeans, a purple sweatshirt and black socks, and her blondish hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail. She grinned and slid into the seat across from me, where Isabelle had sat a moment ago.

"What?" I asked, playing dumb. She chuckled, "Don't lie to me, baby brother. I know that face. It's your 'I'm-deep-in-thought' face. I don't see it often, but I still know what it is."

"Compliment taken, insult ignored," I replied dryly. Gemma chuckled, "So what's up?"

"Nothing," I answered, really not wanting to have this conversation right here and right now. Gemma raised an eyebrow, "Didn't I just say not to lie to me?"

I sighed, figuring that Gem would just keep on pestering me until she got an answer. It was a skill that inhabited both of us. "Nothing," I said, "Just girlfriend problems." Gemma nodded, "Ah...what did Isabelle do?"

"No!" I almost yelped. I lowered my voice, leaning in closer to Gemma, "I mean, Isabelle didn't do anything. She never does. She's perfect."

"So it was you then?" Gemma teased.

"When is it never?" I answered hollowly. It was true. Lately, I was the one making all the mistakes with Isabelle. She was the victim taking the brute force of it, and I hated myself for it. Why couldn't I be more like her, always so understanding an compassionate? I was a fuck-up, simple as that.

"So...?" Gemma inquired. I sighed again, "I don't know Gem. I just feel as though Isabelle will get tired of me. I mean, really, she's so good, and I'm a screw-up. I don't deserve her, and I'm afraid that one day, she'll wake up and realise that, and she'll leave. And honestly, I care about her way too much to handle that."

"Hold the fuck up," Gemma held her hand up, "Look Harry, you have to understand that when I say this, I don't mean to hurt your feelings. I don't mean to sound like a bitch, or to sound haughty or anything, but are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Thanks," I chuckled dryly. She rolled her eyes and continued, "I'm serious, just listen. You think you're too good for her? You're Harry Styles! You're famous! You're part of the world's most popular boy band! You have everything you could ever ask for and..."

"Isabelle's not like that," I cut her off sharply. She leaned forward and flicked my forehead, "You didn't let me finish, you self-loathing shithead. As I was saying, even though you have all of that stuff, you never let it change your personality. You are still the same person you were before, except maybe now, you're much more grateful. Of course, you're lucky to have Isabelle, because really, she's a fucking Mother Teresa, but don't sell yourself short."

Was she right? I had no clue.

"Thanks Gem," I said, chuckling quietly. She grinned, sitting back, obviously pleased with herself. "You're welcome. Now, I hope you enjoyed that upbringing speech, because that is the only time that you will see that side of me, yeah?" I rolled my eyes, "Of course."

"So where is your girl?" Gemma asked.

Huh. I liked that. My girl.

"She's in the kitchen with mum," I told her, "Washing her own plate." Gemma sucked in a breath in between her teeth, "She really is an angel," she marvelled, and I chuckled, "Right?"

Just then, Isabelle came back out of the kitchen, looking solemn. When she saw Gemma though, she smiled. "Hi Gemma," she chirped. Gemma smiled slyly at her, "Good morning sunshine. Harold here was just talking about you."

Isabelle shot me a surprised look. "Was he now?" she asked my sister, but her eyes never left my face. I tried pleading to her with my eyes, trying to make her see how sorry I was about snapping at her before, but before I could, Gemma nodded, "Yup. I'd better go now, and leave you two alone. We'll leave soon!"

With that, she walked into the kitchen. Fuck you Gemma, fuck you.

"Why were you talking about me?" Isabelle questioned. I shook my head, "Can we not do this here, please?" I pleaded.

"Fine," she said, and she grabbed my hand, yanking me up from the chair and pulling me down the hall, into the guest bedroom. I was a little bit surprised, but I let her do it. Once we stumbled into the bedroom, she quickly closed the door and locked it.

"Well?" she asked. I swallowed. "What were you saying about me Harry?" she asked, "Did you tell Gemma I was just a toy? How annoying I was? How you didn't think we would work out?"

She looked up at me, and it broke my heart. Her eyes weren't watery, but they were sad, almost as if...as if she knew this was going to happen. Shit, that did not help my self-esteem.

"Of course not Belle!" I said. She threw up her hands, "Then what? Did you tell her that you were getting sick of me? Please, just be honest with me!"

Before she could say anymore, I smashed my lips onto hers. She just stood there, shocked, before slowly reciprocating and kissing me back. Her arms wound around my neck as I pushed her up against the door lightly, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We kissed passionately.

"Bed," she gasped when we broke apart. I complied only too eagerly, detaching us from the door, walking over and dropping her onto the bed. She squealed lightly and then cringed, thinking that my mum and Gem would hear, but I knew they wouldn't.

Missing the feel of her body on mine, I quickly climbed on top of her, kissing her mercilessly. She wrapped her arms and legs back around me and returned it, equally as passionate. "You're so fucking sexy," I muttered in her ear, reaching down and fumbling with the button on her jeans. She gasped and scurried out from under me, her eyes wide.

What the fuck just happened? She looked at me fearfully. Was she scared of me? Or scared of what we were about to do? Shit, was she a virgin?

"Harry," she said breathlessly, "Please just tell me what you told Gemma. Be honest."

"Fuck Isabelle," I pulled at my curls, "I wasn't bad-mouthing you, okay? I was bad-mouthing myself."

"What do you mean?" she panted. I looked away from her, staring at the bed beneath me.

"You're too good for me Isabelle," I said quietly, "I'm just going to keep hurting you, that's all I ever do. I don't deserve you; you're literally a saint, and you can do so much better than me." I looked up at her. Her face remained emotionless for a moment. Then, without warning, she scooted closer to me and hugged me tightly. I was a bit shocked. I was used to sex and kisses as a sign of affection, but never hugging. But I liked it. A lot.

"Harry," she said, "You're perfect for me, okay? Why can't you see that you're amazing?"

"Me, or my things?" I couldn't help it. The question just slipped out. Isabelle's arms vanished immediately. She looked at me, hurt and anger in her eyes. "Do you really think I'm that kind of girl?" she asked quietly.

"No!" I said loudly, and then lowered my voice, "I mean no, of course not. I just explained to Gemma that you weren't that kind of girl. I'm so sorry, that just slipped out, and I didn't mean it at all..." Great, now I was rambling. Did this girl know what she was doing to me?

Isabelle eyed me warily before sighing, "I believe you," she shot me a small smile, "But honestly Harry, I don't know why you're so hard on yourself. To me, you're the best boyfriend in the world."

"Must be a pretty small world," I grumbled, and she smirked at me, "There you go with the self-loathing again. Harry, when will you realise that I love you just the way you are?"

Fucking hell. Did she just say she loved me? No, it was just a figure of speech. That was it. It was too soon, and frankly, I didn't know if she was capable of loving a massive fuck-up like me. No, she couldn't and that was that.

"You're perfect," I whispered, and she blushed, looking down, "Trust me, I'm the farthest thing from. But thank you. And I'm sorry about jumping to conclusions."

"There you go again," I gritted my teeth, "Always apologizing for shit that isn't you're fault. It was me, not you. It's always me."

"There you go again," she mocked my words, "Always self-loathing. You just shut up, before I make you."

I chuckled, "Honestly Belle, you think you can get me to shut up? Really...?"

She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. When we pulled back, I smiled. Just then, Gemma's voice rang out.

"Come on lovebirds! Time for your tour!"

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