Isabelle's P.O.V

The next day, I was at Harry and Louis’ flat, all alone. Louis and El were over at El’s place, and Harry was off buying groceries. I sat down on the couch, sighing, when suddenly; I felt small vibrations in my back pocket.

Quickly realising that this was my phone, and someone was calling me, I shuffled around, grabbing it from my pocket and pressing the ‘Answer’ button. “Hello?”

“Hello is this Isabelle Foster?” a woman asked. I pursed my lips; I didn’t know this person.

“Um,” I said cautiously, “Yes, this is she.”

There was a beat of silence before the woman said, “Hello Miss Foster. My name is Regina George.”

I was silent for a moment, letting the name sink in. I think the woman on the other side must’ve thought that the call was being disconnected, because she inquired, “Hello?”

Holy fuck, it was actually her!

I sat bolt upright. Regina George?! She was the most famous agent for dancers out there! Having her as an agent was like winning the lottery. My excitement quickly died down, only to be replaced with confusion.

“Hi Mrs. George,” I gushed, “How are you?”

“I’m quite well,” she responded, “And yourself?”

“I’m good,” I said, a little bit breathless, “To what do I owe the pleasure of speaking to you?” I quickly put on my formal voice, not wanting Regina to think that I was a slouchy, uneducated delinquent.

“Well, Miss Foster,” she began, and then paused. It was only momentarily, but I almost screamed at her to speak. I was freaking out inside. I was speaking to fucking Regina George!

“I have just recently been introduced to your dance at Nationals. I must admit: it is quite impressive. I’m offering you a contract.”

“A contract?” I repeated, my mind completely blanking.

“Yes,” Regina said, “A contract. I want you to be my headliner, touring the world, dancing for the most famous names in music. Do you think you could do that?”

“O-of course,” I stammered, my eyes widening and a smile erupting on my face, “I could definitely do that.” I couldn’t wait to tell Harry.

“Perfect,” Regina sounded like she was smiling, but then she paused again, and I immediately got worried, “There’s just one thing though. I hear you are currently residing in London? With your sister?”

“Yes,” I said slowly, automatically fearing what she’d say.

She cleared her throat, “Well, you’d have to cut your vacation short. I was hoping to meet with you on January thirty-first.”

I was speechless. My mind had stopped, my breathing caught in my throat. After a moment, I finally realised what she was asking: I had to leave.

“I do hope you’ll understand,” she continued, oblivious to my silence, “But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. If you are available to leave, I would pay for everything. The flight back, the beginning of your career, everything possible. What do you say?”

I chewed on my lip, “What time would you like me to leave?” I said, in only a whisper.

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and I gasped lightly, covering my mouth. I was hoping I’d have a little bit more time! But this was—as she’d said—a once in a lifetime opportunity. For fuck’s sake, it was Regina George!

“Can I get back to you?” I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes.

“No later than tonight,” she said sternly, and I nodded, “Of course. I will speak to you later.”

“Goodbye, Miss Foster,” she said, and then she hung up. I threw my phone across the room, screaming.

No. This could not be happening. My entire world was crashing down around me, giving me no time to breathe. I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this.

Things are hectic, things are surreal. This is my dream, but I’d be giving up one dream for another. I didn’t know if I could do it. Could I?

I then flung myself down onto the couch, tears streaming down my face, my body racking with uncontrollable sobs. What could I do? I couldn’t leave Kate. I couldn’t leave Eleanor! And Harry…Harry…Harry…

I cried for another ten minutes, before finally deciding to stop being pathetic. I stood up and ran over to my phone, snatching it up from the floor, and dialled Kate’s number. It rang twice before she picked up.

I didn’t let her speak, “I need to come over,” I blurted.

***

Ten minutes later, Kate and I were in her living room, and I was explaining everything to her. Her eyes widened as I told her about the part where I’d have to leave.

“I know!” I sobbed loudly, bringing her in for a hug, “I’m so sorry Kate.”

She shook her head, “It’s okay Belle! It’s okay! I’m just so proud of you. Don’t worry,” she sniffed, “We’ll Skype, and call, and text all the time. But I’m not going to let you pass this up. You’re going to be amazing.” She smiled a watery smile at me. But that didn’t stop my tears from reappearing.

“I’m so terrible,” I whispered, and she put a hand on my back, “No, no you’re not. You’re amazing, and I’m so happy for you. It’s your future! You have to do this! You want this, don’t you?”

“Of course,” my voice cracked, “Of course,” I repeated, “This has been my dream for as long as—as I can r-remember.”

“Then what is holding you back?” Kate whispered, and then she cringed as soon as the words left her mouth. She and I knew exactly what was holding me back.

“Him,” I whispered, wiping at my eyes with no success.

There was silence. Finally, my sister hesitated, choosing her words carefully, “It’s your future,” she said again, “And there is such thing as a long distance relationship.”

I shook my head, “Trust me, that won’t work,” I said, and then came up with a mental plan in less than ten seconds.

“I have to end it,” I whispered, realising the ugly truth, “I have to end it, Kate. I have to end it, go back, and carry on. It’s not like we were going to last anyways, right?” I said, laughing slightly at the last part, even though my heart was screaming ‘no’ at me. But my brain wouldn’t listen.

“Belle,” Kate tried, but I cut her off, standing up, “No,” I said loudly, shaking my head vigorously, “Don’t try to talk me out of it. I’m going to go back, leave him a note—because I’m too much of a pussy to say it to his face—and then I’m going to call Regina George, and tell her that I’ll be coming. Please,” I begged breathlessly, “This is for the best.”

Kate hesitated again, but then nodded, “Okay,” she whispered, and she enveloped me into a hug.

“What about the money?” she asked suddenly, pulling back.

I wiped at my eyes, confused, “What?”

“The money,” she repeated, her eyes growing wide, “The money they offered you at the start? What are you going to do with all that?”

I shook my head, making a quick decision, “I’m not going to accept that money. My relationship with Harry wasn’t false. I—it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. If I accept that money, he’ll just think that was all I was after…and I—I can’t have him thinking that way of me.”

I cried on her shoulder, wishing that I could just disappear from the world. But I was only staying in London for a year anyways, and I would’ve had to end it with Harry sooner or later. It was good that I chose sooner, so that the impact wouldn’t hurt as much, right?

So why did it feel like my heart had just shattered into a billion different pieces?

***

“Harry?” I whispered, back at his flat. I’d driven back from Kate’s, already knowing what I’d write down in the note that I would leave him, and just wanted to be with him…just for one more night.

“Hmm?” he lifted his head from the pillow groggily as I slipped through his bedroom door. His chest was bare, he was only in his boxers, and his face was sleepy, but as soon as he saw me, he signalled for me to get into his bed, “C’mere.”

I stripped into my underwear and bra and quickly slid in next to him.

I put my head in my palm, propping myself up by the elbow, “Sorry. I was at Kate’s.” I tried not to let my voice crack. He nodded sleepily.

“Can you—can you hold me?” I asked timidly, and—his eyes still closed—he held out his arms. I inched closer to him, letting him envelope me, and sighed, pressing a feathery kiss to his collarbone. I hated myself, I really did. I hated my life, my decision, the fact that I knew that this would break me.

“Harry,” I said again, and his eyes opened. I was selfish, I didn’t want to let him sleep, and I wanted to spend the night with him, one last time, before I left in the morning. He didn’t know, he couldn’t.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice raspy, and I quickly pressed my lips to his in frenzy, wanting to distract myself, wanting to show him how much he meant to me, because this was my one last chance, this was it.

He quickly reciprocated, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair, and I wrapped my legs around his torso, pulling back, that simple kiss taking everything I’d had out of me. There was no way I was going to accept the money I’d been offered after all of this was over—which was tomorrow. This was real; this wasn’t a publicity stunt anymore. My love with Harry was a reward in itself.

I pulled back only a bit, so that our lips brushed together when I spoke.

“Please,” I breathed, “Make love to me.”

One last time, I added silently in my head, pleading, begging, and just wanting to feel his body and his love one last time.

“Of course,” he said hoarsely, now wide awake. I stared at him, noticing little details that I hadn’t noticed before, like the way you could still see the indent of his dimple, even when he wasn’t smiling, or the small baby hairs under the fringe on his forehead that was now pushed up. Or the burning sensation of his hot skin against mine, almost making me cry, I was going to miss him so much.

“I love you,” I whispered, putting my hand on the nape of his neck and pressing our foreheads together, “I love you so, so much, Harry. I always have, and I always will, please know that.”

“I know,” he said, equally as quiet, nodding vigorously, “I love you too. I would die for you, Isabelle, and I would do it with a smile on my face. You’re my everything, my world, and you will always be mine. No matter what, me and you, baby, forever.” I internally sobbed, but he just grinned at me, not knowing that he was ripping me to shreds.

And he kissed me again, and began our last night together.

***

“Call me when you get home,” Kate said, pulling me in for another hug. I nodded, resting my chin on her shoulder, while people bustled around the crowded airport. Regina George really had come through, and had booked me a plane ticket at the last minute, and now here I was, saying goodbye while people were already starting to board the flight.

Kate sniffled, but then pulled back, smiling at me, her eyes slightly watery. I forced myself to maintain my composure, not showing any cracks, and returned her smile.

“I love you Kate,” I told her solemnly, and her faltering smile widened, “I love you too Belle. I hope everything works out.”

“Hey,” I nudged her, “It will. It’s fucking Regina George, remember?”

“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully, “Silly me.” We both chuckled weakly before going in for one last hug. Suddenly, the intercom came on, and a woman’s voice warned all passengers that Flight 89 was departing soon. I pulled back, shooting her one last glance,

“Bye,” I whispered, and she sent me a small wave.

I turned away, walking up to the doors that belonged to the long hallway leading into the airplane, forcing away any thoughts of Kate, my life in London, or Harry out of my mind.

Things with Harry were done. I’d left him a long note, explaining everything. As I stood there, my hand came up to fiddle with the charm bracelet he’d bought me, before I remembered that I’d left that alongside the note, a small token of me. I knew that I shouldn’t have done that; he would be so mad that he’d probably just throw it out anyways. But I couldn’t help it.

Would he be okay? Would he even care that I’d left? How would I survive without him? Could I?

Of course I could…I hoped. But now was not the time for doubts. I had a flight waiting for me, and an amazing career ahead of me, so it was time to think about the future.

And Harry simply wasn’t in it.

And so, pushing those thoughts away, I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and took the first step into the hall, heading into my new life.


THE END

Notes

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