Isabelle's P.O.V

January 12th

The next day, Harry, Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis, Paul and I stood inside the airport, surrounded by screaming fans. There were several bulky men wearing black that linked arms, trying to form a barrier between the girls and the boys. I couldn’t help but to shift nervously on the balls of my feet for two reasons.

The first one was because I didn’t feel comfortable around these girls. As we’d been walking into the airport, the boys had stopped to sign autographs. Most of the fans had been extremely accepting of Harry and I’s relationship, which made me smile with relief. There were some however, that scared the living daylights out of me. One little girl, who looked to be no more than ten, had screamed out at me, “Harry’s mine, you bitch!”

Harry had kept it together until we were out of the little girl’s eyesight, and then he completely broke down in loud laughs. He was clutching his stomach, he was laughing so hard. My face was red, and my eyes were wide. I was still trying to process the fact that she’d been so young, yet she’d said that.

Why was I rattled up by that? Honestly. I’d never cared what people had thought of me before, so why did it matter all of a sudden?

Harry saw my discomfort and had pulled me into a reassuring hug, whispering in my ear how much he loved me. I’d smiled. He always made me smile.

The second thing was the fact that I was about to meet Lou and Lux Teasdale. I knew that Lou and Lux were extremely close with the boys. Hell, Harry was Lux’s godfather. But I wanted them to like me, because I knew that if they didn’t, everything would spiral downhill from there. I wasn’t about to let that happen.

Harry had gone on and on about how amazing I was and how they would love me. I’d acted like it had comforted me, but the fact that he was so sure just scared me even more. It would be an even bigger disappointment for him if they didn’t like me, and I wasn’t ready for him to look at me like that.

“When does their flight land again?” asked Niall loudly, over the fans. He was munching on a soft pretzel he’d bought at a stand.

I smiled, “Why don’t you ask Harold over here? He seems the most excited.”

It was true. Harry was practically glowing, smiling so hard that I was sure that it must’ve hurt his facial muscles. I guess he was really excited. I’d hardly ever seen him look this ready for something. Except for that time in the shower…

No Isabelle, stop it, a voice in my head scolded. But I couldn’t. Everything with Harry was just so magical, so unreal, it felt as though I was always living in my own personal world that was done to perfection whenever I was with him, and I always found myself tracing back to that world whenever I was sad, scared or nervous, because it comforted me and made me forget about the reality surrounding me.

I quickly realised that my cheeks were heating up, and I fanned my face lightly, trying to pass it off as though I was just really hot in my jacket. No one really paid it any attention, for which I was grateful, but there’s always the one outlier in a group.

Harry smirked at me, evidently realising what I was thinking. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, making me blush even more, and the screams of all the young girls become loud and high.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he murmured huskily in my ear, and I barely contained my shudder. He was so sexy, so seductive, without even trying. I bit my lip and stared at the floor, not wanting anyone to see my face, which had now gone completely red.

Harry chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close to him, where he hugged me tightly, resting his chin on my head.

Suddenly, Louis screamed out, “Lou!” Everyone turned, only to find a woman carrying a large suitcase in one hand, and cradling a toddler in her other arm. Immediately, all the boys rushed towards her—even Paul—and enveloped her in a giant hug, momentarily blocking her from view. When they pulled back, I saw that she was laughing.

“Hi boys!” she said loudly. She turned to the baby, who had silky blondish hair atop her head, “Say hi Lux!”

The baby’s hand slowly came up and clenched and unclenched, her way of waving. All of the boys cooed, and Harry immediately reached forward, plucking Lux neatly from Lou’s grasp. The little toddler squealed and laughed as Harry lifted her up, and I caught several flashes from the audience and smirked.

Harry brought Lux down to hold her in his arms and finally glanced over at me. I was standing there awkwardly, and he shuffled everyone over to where I was. “Lou,” he began,

“This is Isabelle, my girl.” My heart warmed when he said that last part and I smiled widely at Lou.

“Isabelle,” I said, holding out my hand, “Nice to meet you Lou.”

Lou’s eyes widened and she eagerly stepped forward to hug me. I was a little shocked, but I returned the embrace. “Harry,” Lou said, swatting at his arm when she pulled back, “You didn’t tell me she was this beautiful!”

I blushed and looked down while Harry chuckled, bouncing Lux in his arms, “Sorry, it slipped my mind.”

This was making me uncomfortable; they were talking as if I wasn’t even here. Lou glanced at me from the corner of her eye, evidently realising this, because she held out her hand this time, “It’s a pleasure to meet you darling. I’m Lou Teasdale.”

“I know,” I tried to a smile, but I’m pretty sure I looked nervous. Harry smirked at me, and I let my gaze travel to Lux. She was looking at me, as though trying to recognize me, probably thinking, “Who is this creature?”

I waved at her, “Hi Lux.” She turned and buried her head in Harry’s shoulder. Lou giggled, “She’s just going to need some time to warm up to you darling. Now, let’s go, I’m already feeling claustrophobic, what with all these girls around!”

We all made our way out of the airport, still hoarded by security. Eventually, we got to the large limo that was waiting in front of the airport, and we all slid in. I sat in between Harry and Lou. Harry was still carrying Lux.

“Told you they’d like you,” he said, leaning down and breathing in my ear, smiling smugly. I blushed and fiddled with my fingers. Harry really made me feel so nervous. Lou nudged my arm, “So what do you do?” she asked; her eyes were questioning but innocent

“I dance,” I told her, and she nodded empathetically. Harry quickly struck up a conversation, asking how her trip was, and she replied back only too eagerly. I would pitch in every once in a while, but not enough to become annoying. I would often sneak peeks at Lux, who was still watching me through her wispy, blondish eyelashes, comfortably resting in my boyfriend’s arms.

It’s a comfortable place to be, huh? I thought, referring to being wrapped in Harry’s embrace. I knew, and so did Lux. Obviously, she didn’t answer my thought; she just gripped the collar of Harry’s jacket, continuing to eyeball me. I shifted uncomfortably; still not entirely certain why a toddler was making me feel on edge.

We eventually arrived at Harry and Louis’ flat, and everyone piled inside. Lou said that she really wished she could catch up some more, but she was extremely tired, so all of the boys and I told her to get some rest. We’d see her in the morning. She carefully plucked Lux out of Harry’s arms, and slowly walked upstairs, disappearing around the bend of the steps.

When I was sure they were out of earshot, I turned towards the rest of the boys, frowning, “She hates me, doesn’t she?”

They stared at me like I was crazy, and I became a little bit uncomfortable, “What?” I asked, shrugging.

“You can’t seriously think that she hates you,” Liam sounded out slowly, “She hates hugs. Every time we try to hug her, she tells us to get off. She even told us to get off of her when we hugged her at the airport, okay? Yet she was fine hugging you,” he shot me a playful glare, and I sighed while he continued, “You must be visually impaired.”

“Oh,” I scoffed, swatting at his arm, “Shut up.”

Harry chuckled, moving closer to me and wrapping his arm around my waist. I leaned into him slightly while he pressed a feathery kiss to my hair, “Liam’s right love. Lou most definitely likes you.”

“I don’t know,” I said quietly, still uneasy, scowling lightly. Louis rolled his eyes at me, waving away my insecurities, “You’re a saint, Isabelle dear. She must like you.”

“Aw,” I cooed, momentarily stepping away from Harry and enveloping Louis in a hug, which he returned with such enthusiasm that he picked me up off the ground, and spun me around, making me laugh and tell him to set me back down. When he set me back down, I giggled and walked back over to Harry, whose eyes were hard. It surprised me a bit.

I raised one eyebrow in a silent question, but he just shrugged with a look that told me not to worry about it. I bit my lip, suddenly uncomfortable, but thank God, somebody was kind enough to break the awkward silence that had just formed in a matter of five seconds.

“Want to watch a movie?” Niall suggested.

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, when really, I was so glad that we could move on to another distractive topic, “Whatever.”

“Great. Get the snacks,” Niall announced, and I laughed.

Notes

Sorry for taking so long and providing you with only this shitty chapter. I know, you can hate me, I won't judge. I won't be updating until Thursday either, so yeah, go ahead, throw tomatoes at your computer/phone screen, because I deserve it.

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