Isabelle’s P.O.V

Finally, I was allowed to go home. The doctors had already been ginormous dicks by telling me that I’d had to stay for a few extra hours. At seven in the evening, visiting hours were over, and all of the boys had had to leave, bringing Perrie and Eleanor with them.

I’ll admit, today had been a great day. No, I’m not talking about the part where I’d had a panic attack and had been rushed to the hospital. Just the fact that I got to make up with Harry, spend the whole day with him—even if it was in a hospital—and get closer with all of his friends.

I opened the door of my hospital room, dressed in a sweater and pair of fresh jeans that Kate had brought me when she’d come to visit. She’d met the rest of the boys and their girlfriends, and I swear, I thought she was going to collapse on the spot. This must’ve all been very shocking to her, and I tried to stifle a giggle.

As soon as I stepped out, someone pulled me into their arms, crushing me in an embrace. Not caring who it was and just needing a hug, I gripped them back. After a moment, I realised it was Harry, and my grip tightened. I pulled back and kissed him softly, “I love you. Take me home.”

He grinned and me and grasped onto my hand tightly. I noticed that his grip never faltered, and I felt safe and loved as we wandered the halls of the hospital, trying to find an exit. We did, and before pushing through the door, Harry turned back and looked at me. “You sure about this?” he asked.

I nodded. He pursed his lips but pushed through the door nonetheless, and I was immediately met with bright flashes and a lot of screaming.

My first instinct was to run and hide. I didn’t like all of this publicity. I didn’t like it one bit. Suddenly, my airway felt blocked, and I felt as though I was suffocating, drowning. I blinked multicolored spots out of my eyes and shook my head, trying to focus. I clenched my jaw as Harry and I pushed through the throng.

“Isabelle! Over here!” someone yelled.

“What were you doing in the hospital?” another reported screeched. I winced at the high octave her voice hit. Blood roared in my ears, and I suddenly felt as though my legs would buckle underneath me. “Harry,” I gasped. I was vaguely aware of him looking back; fear in his eyes, and without a word, tugging me to him. He wrapped an arm around me and I buried my face in his chest. I let him steer me to the waiting car, only peeking through when I heard a car door open. Harry ushered me inside, climbing in right after, and shutting the door.

Reporters pounded on the window, but he stared straight ahead, paying them no attention. I buried my face in my hands.

“Hey,” my wonderful boyfriend cooed gently, “Hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you.” He brought me to his chest and I breathed in his cinnamon cologne as the car began to move.

“Where to, Harry?” Paul asked, shooting a look over his shoulder. I jolted slightly; I hadn’t seen Paul in a while.

“Take us to Isabelle’s house,” Harry replied calmly. Something about his tone put me on edge though. I felt as though I was sitting next to a ticking time bomb. Harry’s eyes were cold and calculating, his lips pursed and a muscle in his jaw throbbed. I tugged on his jacket sleeve.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, not wanting Paul to hear us. He turned to me, and his gaze immediately softened, “Yeah,” he cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just—let’s get you home.” I nodded, still feeling like he was being slightly distant.

“Okay,” I said in a small voice, and I buried my face in his arm, “I love you.” I don’t know if he didn’t hear me, but he didn’t say it back.

***

“Thanks Paul,” Harry said, shutting the car door. I stood next to him, clutching the fabric of his jacket as Paul drove off, signalling a goodbye to us. I looked around the blocks. There were no people with cameras or microphones. Paul had taken an off-course route, and we’d managed to lose the large black vans that were tailing us.

“You alright?” Harry asked. I looked up at him, hesitated, but nodded. Everything felt better, now that we were alone, and, more importantly, now that he was here. He took my hand tightly and we made our way up to the steps, facing each other once we got to the door. Harry leaned, forward, and at first, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he just studied my face, eventually pushing some hair out of my eyes. I tried not to feel too disappointed.

“It’s late,” he stated, “Why don’t you get to bed?”

“What time is it?” I asked skeptically. He rolled up his jacket sleeve and crooked his arm, staring at the watch that adorned his wrist. “Ten o’clock,” he said matter-of-factly. I slumped, aware that it was slightly late, but I didn’t want to say goodbye just yet. He turned to leave, but I gripped onto his jacket, resorting to pleading, “Stay?” I asked.

He hesitated, but then he nodded, and I leapt onto him, grabbing the nape of his neck and crushing our lips together. Maybe if he sensed how much I loved him, he’d quit being so distant all of a sudden.

He was surprised at first but then kissed me back. Our mouths opened at the same time, allowing our tongues to dance in a heated fight. He braided his fingers through my hair, making sure that our bodies were never separated by more than an inch.

I sighed into the kiss and then blushed, suddenly grateful that it was dark and he couldn’t see just how pink my face had turned. I gripped his locks in both of my fists, tugging at them gently, and he moaned quietly, so silent that I almost didn’t hear it.

Tell him about Cameron, a voice in my head pressed, and I suddenly broke away from our passionate embrace, shocked at how even small parts of my mind were now ganging up against me. “Um,” I shuffled my feet, “Sorry.”

“What?” Harry asked, his brow furrowing, “You have nothing to be sorry for. Let’s go in.”
He made a move, turning towards the door, but I quickly lashed out, gripping his jacket sleeve in my fist. “Wait,” I said breathlessly, blushing when he turned back to me with a confused look on his face. Hold on. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“I mean,” I stammered, not really thinking out what I’d been planning on saying. I averted his eyes, rather staring at his chest, “Are—are we okay?”

He stood there, speechless for a moment, looking surprised at the question, and then enveloped me in a sudden hug. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just sighed and hugged him back.

“Of course we’re okay,” he ducked his head and whispered fiercely into my ear, kissing the spot right behind it, and I shuddered, knowing he’d found my sweet spot. I breathed out a quiet, inaudible sound of relief.

“We’re fine,” Harry told me again, pulling back and staring intently into my eyes, “We’re better than fine actually. We’re amazing.”

“Okay,” I whispered, “I love you.”

In response, he merely smiled, but I knew that we were exactly what he’d said. Amazing.
I nodded and fished my key out of my pocket, sticking it in the lock and latching the door open. The house was dark. I fumbled around for the light switch, calling out, “Kate? Kate?” I was aware that Harry stepped in behind me.

Finally my hand found the switch, and I flicked it up, and there was a loud chorus of, “Vas happenin’?” It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I saw that my house was completely decorated with balloons and brightly coloured streamers. A banner hung from the wall, reading, ‘We love you!’ I grinned.

Then my eyes focussed on the people. There was Louis and Eleanor, standing from behind the couch, their hands up in the air and smiles on their faces. Zayn and Perrie were on the steps, gripping the banister. Liam and Niall wore goofy grins, peeking out from behind the walls. Kate stood smack in the middle, smiling sweetly at me. I shrieked and ran towards her, engulfing her in a hug. “You guys are the best!”

There was a chorus of whoops, and I ran to each person in turn, giving them a deep hug. Finally, I ended up back at Harry. Smiling slightly, I caressed his cheek, “And you knew all along, didn’t you?” Harry smiled bashfully, and that was all I needed.

“Knew?” Louis scoffed from behind, and I looked at him over my shoulder, “Haz practically planned everything! We just decorated!” I smiled gratefully at him and then turned back to Harry, who was gazing at me. I grabbed the nape of his neck and brought him down to meet my eyes.

“I love you,” I breathed, “So much. Thank you.”

Without giving him a second to reply, I crashed our lips together in a passionate embrace. All of the guys made disgusting sounds, and the girls cooed affectionately. Louis screamed, “Getting it, Haz!” From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry flip him the finger. I smiled against his lips.

“Who wants a drink?” Kate clapped her hands, and there was another series of whoops from the boys. I pulled back and laughed, my hands resting on Harry’s shoulders. Louis practically trampled Niall as everyone made their way into the kitchen, leaving Harry and I all alone in the main entranceway. I turned back to him.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” I told him sincerely. He wound his arms around my waist and pulled my body closer to his, resting our foreheads against each other, “Not as perfect as you. Now, if I remember correctly, we have something to finish. Something that we began at the hospital?” he quirked and eyebrow, and I giggled, batting his arm, “Harry, we can’t now! Not with all your friends here!”

He shrugged, “We can go upstairs.” Shooting me a creative grin, he began backing me up, but I held my ground, “No,” I said sternly, and he pouted. I smirked, “Maybe later.” His eyes immediately lit up again, and I laughed, standing on my toes and pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth, teasing him. He growled and turned his face so that our lips were planted on top of each other. We kissed for a few seconds before Louis screamed, “Quit snogging and get your arses in here! We have beer!”

There was laughter from the kitchen and I smiled, giggling, “I think Lou’s already a bit tipsy.”

“I heard that!”

Notes

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