Isabelle's P.O.V

"You going to be okay without him?" Gemma snickered after Harry had disappeared into the mass of grinding. I looked towards her and pretended to be offended, "I can take care of myself, Gemma Styles."

I simply got an eye roll and an "mm-hm" as a response, and I shook my head, scoffing. Gemma smiled knowingly and held out her arm for me, "So, how about I introduce you around?"

"Thanks," I said, taking her arm, and she led me into the living room, where a crowd of people were occupying the sofa. There was a boy with brown hair and grayish eyes, a few girls giggling, resting on the sofa and a couple that was pushed up against the edge of the sofa, making out viciously. My eyes widened and I tried to turn away.

"Gem," the boy with gray eyes said when we approached, "Nice of you to finally join us."

Gemma rolled her eyes, "Tommy," she adressed the boy, and then she did something that surprised me. She let go of my arm, walked up to him, grabbed his face and began kissing him. He reciprocated and soon they were a clone of the couple on the couch.

"Isabelle," Gemma broke away from the boy for only a moment, "This is Tommy, those two lovebirds over there are Derek and Lilliana, and these three girls are Rylee, Jazmyn and Paula."

I nodded, pursing my lips, and everyone waved, except for the couple on the couch. Gemma gripped Tommy's hand and began pulling him away, "We're going to go play Seven Minutes in Heaven! See ya later!"

Thanks Gemma, now what was I supposed to do?

"Well don't just stand there, come sit down," a girl with blonde hair gestured to me. I nodded nervously and took a seat on the couch, feeling vaguely nauseous.

"I'm Rylee," the blonde said, her hazel eyes twinkling. "Jazmyn," another said, and I turned to a girl with a curtain of black hair and green eyes. "Paula," the last girl had dark skin and curly brown hair with warm chocolate coloured eyes. She was the only one that smiled. I looked down at all of their outfits. I'll admit, they were very revealing.

"So, Isabelle, huh?" Jazmyn asked, sounding bored. She picked at the black chipped polish decorating her nails. Determined not to feel intimidated by these girls, I nodded confidently, "That's right."

"Nice," Rylee replied, and she clapped her hands, moving onto a topic that caught me off guard. "So, Isabelle, we were just talking about the fact that Harry Fucking Styles is in town."

My jaw dropped, and Jazmyn snickered, "Oh, close your mouth babe. It's true, I know, I couldn't believe it either. What I wouldn't give to be stuck inside a closet with that boy for seven minutes."

I chewed on my lip nervously, deciding not to tell them my status with Harry. I wanted to see what they had to say. Maybe it wasn't all bad stuff.

"Tell me about it," Paula giggled, "We all wore these things for him you know," she told me, "I mean, really these outfits just scream "FUCK ME!" don't they?"

Whoa, what the hell?

"Um, yeah," I said, looking down at me hands, which were severely clenched in my lap. Rylee seemed to notice my discomfort. She slapped at my arm lightly, "Oh, cheer up girl! Just think about sucking off that beautiful boy! I swear to God, he's delicious."

The rest of the girls murmured in agreement. I peered over at Derek and Lilliana, who were still lip-locked. They seemed very interesting to watch all of a sudden.

"I'll tell you guys a secret," Jazmyn leaned forward dramatically, letting me dwell even further on the amount of makeup she managed to cake around her eyes, "Sometimes, when I'm with Don," the rest of the girls nodded, and I could only assume Don was her boyfriend, "And we...well, you know...I imagine it's Harry Styles."

All of the girls giggled. I however, stood up abruptly. I thought I'd be able to take this, but I can't, I can't, I can't. I need to get out of here before I explode on these girls.

"You alright?" Paula asked, "You look a bit pale."

I nodded breathlessly, "I'm fine," I said quickly before turning on my heel and pushing through the crowd of people, shoving and bustling. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into?

Where was Harry? Where was Gemma? I needed either of them. Really, even Harmony would've sufficed. I needed assurance that Harry was mine, and he wouldn't leave me for one of those sluts. Because I loved him.

I finally arrived into the kitchen. There were at least thirty people occupying the room. I was suddenly grateful for my heels, which made me taller, so that I was able to peek over the majority of people's heads.

I quickly spotted Harry leaning up against the wall, holding a red cup in his hand. For a moment, my heart just slowed as I watched him talk and smile, the way he exposed his dimple and his eyes crinkled...he was so handsome.

I looked at who he was talking to, and was extremely relieved when I saw that it was a male. Why was I so fucking jealous? I wasn't the jealous type at all.

He must've sensed my gaze, because he turned in my direction and his eyes widened. Quickly he excused himself from the conversation and pushed through people to get to me.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, "You look like you're about to start crying."

I swallowed heavily, "Can we just go? Somewhere private, please?" I pleaded, pulling on his sleeve. He nodded, "Of course."

He took my hand and led me out of the kitchen, and we had to fight to push through. My hand stayed in his the whole time, which made me feel protected, I guess.

Finally, he led me into a narrow hall in the big house, and we ducked into a closet. I was met by a few jackets, a broom, a can of Lysol, nothing much really.

Harry stepped close to me, pressing me up against the door of the closet, and his hands went up to my face, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones idly, "What is it Belle?" he asked seriously.

"I just..." I trailed off, looking for the right word. He looked at me expectantly, and I buried my face in my hands, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know how to say this!" I said, frustrated with myself.

"Hey," Harry leaned down, his nose brushing mine, and I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the smell of cinnamon overpower everything.

"You're fine," he whispered, "Take your time."

I sighed, "You're going to leave me."

He stepped back, obviously not expecting that, "What?"

"You're going to leave me," I repeated, trying to burn the message into his brain, "You will Harry, I know you will! There's a bunch of girls here, they all want you, and how do I know you haven't already cheated on me?"

His stare hardened, "Is that really who you think I am?"

"What else can I think?" I threw my hands up in the air, "You're a player Harry, I know that! How can I be certain that you're loyal to me if you're surrounded by girls who would give anything to he locked away in a room with you? Huh?"

Harry looked at me warningly, but then took my face in his hands and leaned down, kissing me softly, tenderly, everything I didn't expect. He pulled away after a moment, pressing his forhear to mine.

"Frankly," he breathed, his breath hitting my face. I closed my eyes as he continued, "I am mad that you think that. You shouldn't be focussing on what the articles are saying about me. What are you saying about me? In here," he brought his hand down to rest just above my left breast, which made my heart beat even quicker than it was already. When he felt the rapid beat, he smiled.

"See that?" He asked, and I nodded.

"But Harry," I said, still feeling so insecure. He pressed his hand against my mouth.

"You shut up," he told me sternly, "I know what this is really about. You're feeling insecure, and you want me to tell you how amazing and beautiful you are." How could he always know? Well, I didn't want him to tell me I was beautiful, just to reassure me that I had nothing to worry about.

"Well," Harry shrugged, "If you want me to tell you all these things, okay," he cleared his throat, "Baby, you are gorgeous. You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. You're amazingly sweet and caring and I care about you so much. You're mine and I'm yours. That's it Belle, that's it."

I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry I doubted you," I apologized, my voice clogged. He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against mine, "I forgive you. Do you want to stay in here for a bit?"

I giggled, suddenly feeling much lighter than I had only a moment ago. "You should go say hi to some more people. Now is the only chance you'll get."

He grinned at me, "I'll find you soon?" He asked, and in response, I kissed his lips.

"You most certainly will. I'll save you a dance."

Notes

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