Just You and Me
Tell Me Why
-Harry's POV-
I wake up in a strange room, the morning sunlight pouring through the window. My head pounds, and suddenly all of last night comes back to me when I see Isabelle's body curled next to mine. I smile lazily, knowing this is the start to my day. My arm is still under her, so I try and move it, but when I do she groans and pulls it back in her sleep.
It's the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Since I'm stuck in bed until she wakes up, my eyes start to scan all the details in her room. The bedspread is a beautiful combination of black, white and lime green, which matches the colour on the walls. The sunlight that makes the room glow turns them almost a golden yellow.
My eyes eventually land on a little black picture frame beside her bed. It's a picture of Isabelle and another girl, who has wavy blond hair. Isabelle's eyes in this picture remind me of sea glass. I'll have to remember to ask who the other girl is.
Beside that frame, I see another one filled with a family photo. It has a picture of a man, who I assume to be her father, and beside him stands a tall blonde woman, who I assume to be her step-mother. Or almost step mother? I think I overheard her mother talking about her at the party.
After I've scanned everything in the room, my mind starts to wander. I can't help but wonder what me and Isabelle are. The first time I met her, I felt drawn to her, like I wanted to know more. She's mysterious without being mysterious at all, if that makes any sense.
Finally, as I'm memorizing every little detail of her face, I can't deny it any more. I like her.
-Isabelle's POV-
I wake up to see a pair of green eyes lying next to me.
"Good morning, Isabelle," he says with a lazy smile, his morning voice sounding undeniably sexy.
"Morning," I say back.
My head starts pounding and I bring my hand up to my forehead. All of the memories from last night start coming back, but they're a little fuzzy. I look over at the clock. It reads 9:08. I start to panic. "Oh my god Harry, we're late for school!" I say as I jump out of bed, frantically searching for an outfit.
Harry laughs. "It's Saturday, love."
"Oh," I say. This week went by much faster than I expected.
He points to one of the picture frames on my bedside table. "Is this your stepmother?" He asks.
"Soon to be."
"When is the wedding?"
"I don't know yet. My dad said he'll let me know sometime next week." I reply. With such a busy week here, I've barely spoken to him.
"Who's this girl you're standing next to?" Harry asks as he points to the picture of me and Addie.
My eyes start to tear up, so I quickly change the subject, hoping he doesn't notice. "Let's go make breakfast," I say.
He gives me a questioning glance, but doesn't push for details as I walk down the stairs. "Don't you have to be home? I bet your mother is worried about you," I say.
"I told her I'm staying the night at Louis'. Besides, she's three doors away, it's no big deal. As long as I'm home by eleven thirty, I promised mum we'd go shopping today." He replies back, and I'm secretly grateful for the company, for at least another hour or two. Being alone after last night is the last thing I want.
As we enter the kitchen, I take a look at the calendar only to notice I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to get my stitches removed. I put a reminder in my phone so I won't forget.
"What would you like?" I ask, as Harry leans against the counter. "I can make eggs, pancakes, bacon, waffles, cereal, toast..."
"I'm fine with just cereal," he says, and I nod. "Cap'n crunch, frosted flakes or froot loops?"
"Froot loops!" He yells like a four year old. I roll my eyes and pour him his froot loops, and I fix myself a bowl of frosted flakes.
We sit at the island and eat in silence. It's not an awkward silence though, it's.. Comfortable.
Once we finish, we put out dishes away in the dishwasher. I walk over to the cupboard, where I've started stashing chocolate, and break a square off. I'm always hungry, and I absolutely adore chocolate.
Without any fair warning, Harry steals my chocolate bar and runs outside onto the back porch. "Harry!" I scream after him. "Give me back my chocolate, NOW!" He bolts down the three stairs off of the porch and runs onto the sand of the beach.
"Who even eats chocolate in the morning?!" He yells at me. I make my way down the porch, and scream back at him.
"I do, Harry!"
I chase after him, doing my best not to rip my stitches, which really slows me down. I give up, knowing he's much faster and sigh. I see him take a small bite out of my chocolate and I scream. "No, Harry, please!"I really wanted to finish it!. My stomach is grumbling just thinking about it.
Finally, he comes back closer to me, and I jump at him, tackling him to the ground. I land on my back in the sand, and he falls directly on top of me. I can feel my tank top riding up, exposing my tummy to the cold, morning air and giving me goosebumps.
I take my chocolate bar out of his hand, feeling accomplished.
It's then I realize how close our faces are. I know I should pull away and get up, but his eyes are hypnotizing, they're green stare glueing me down to the cold, shady sand.
One of his hands comes up to brush the stray hair out of my face. His other hand naturally finds its way to my hip, his fingertips lightly brushing over the skin.
I can feel his messy curls tickling my forehead, and then he leans in and presses his lips to mine.
Everything feels like it's slow motion as our lips move in perfect synchronicity. I can still taste the chocolate on his lips as they tenderly move against mine. It's the most beautiful kiss, filled with emotion, passion and lust. All of my worries start to melt away, everything fading until the whole world has melted away, and left us lying in the middle of the universe, untouched and alone.
He pulls away too soon, leaving my body craving more. If I thought I was addicted before, this brought me over the edge.
He smiles down at me, both of his dimples showing.
Then it dawns on me. "What are we, Harry?" I say as I sit up. He sits beside me, and takes his time replying.
"I'm not sure, Isabelle, but we're definitely not friends," he says.
"You're right. There's no way I would ever be friends with such an asshole," I joke. I meant it with no truth behind my words, but then the image of him kissing that other girl pops into my head, and I push it away. I try to refrain from asking, but I cant. "Harry, why did you kiss her?" I say, trying to hold back the tears.
He laughs. "I never got to explain what really happened when Amber kissed me the other day. I met her there to break up with her, because I had just met the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She kissed me, Isabelle, and I pushed her off. That's all it was," he says, his deep green eyes sincere.
"You think I'm beautiful?" I say with a smirk, my tears completely vanished. "Oh, I'm flattered!" I joke in my fake accent.
"Yes, I do." he replies. "Please, let me make it up to you. Let me take you on a date tomorrow."
I consider his offer. I'm not 100% sure I can fully trust him yet, after he was so mean and made out with some other girl... But last night, he was so sweet... And the kiss... I guess I can't ignore the fact that I want to spend time with him.
"Okay," I say. "But on one condition."
"Anything," he says.
"Don't you ever, EVER steal my chocolate again."
-Harry's POV-
As I'm walking home, my mind keeps replaying the kiss. It was perfect. She's perfect. I knew I felt drawn to her, so when she pulled me into the sand, I couldn't help it. It's like there's some sort of magnetic pull tugging me close to her, and when I'm away from her, I can't focus because she's the only thing on my mind.
I can't wait for tomorrow. I have it all planned out already. I know exactly where I'm going to take her, and I hope she'll love it. I can't screw this up, this is my chance to make up for everything I've done.
As I walk in my house, mum asks why I'm smiling so much. I shrug and walk upstairs to get ready for shopping, still replaying the kiss in the back of my mind.
I wake up in a strange room, the morning sunlight pouring through the window. My head pounds, and suddenly all of last night comes back to me when I see Isabelle's body curled next to mine. I smile lazily, knowing this is the start to my day. My arm is still under her, so I try and move it, but when I do she groans and pulls it back in her sleep.
It's the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Since I'm stuck in bed until she wakes up, my eyes start to scan all the details in her room. The bedspread is a beautiful combination of black, white and lime green, which matches the colour on the walls. The sunlight that makes the room glow turns them almost a golden yellow.
My eyes eventually land on a little black picture frame beside her bed. It's a picture of Isabelle and another girl, who has wavy blond hair. Isabelle's eyes in this picture remind me of sea glass. I'll have to remember to ask who the other girl is.
Beside that frame, I see another one filled with a family photo. It has a picture of a man, who I assume to be her father, and beside him stands a tall blonde woman, who I assume to be her step-mother. Or almost step mother? I think I overheard her mother talking about her at the party.
After I've scanned everything in the room, my mind starts to wander. I can't help but wonder what me and Isabelle are. The first time I met her, I felt drawn to her, like I wanted to know more. She's mysterious without being mysterious at all, if that makes any sense.
Finally, as I'm memorizing every little detail of her face, I can't deny it any more. I like her.
-Isabelle's POV-
I wake up to see a pair of green eyes lying next to me.
"Good morning, Isabelle," he says with a lazy smile, his morning voice sounding undeniably sexy.
"Morning," I say back.
My head starts pounding and I bring my hand up to my forehead. All of the memories from last night start coming back, but they're a little fuzzy. I look over at the clock. It reads 9:08. I start to panic. "Oh my god Harry, we're late for school!" I say as I jump out of bed, frantically searching for an outfit.
Harry laughs. "It's Saturday, love."
"Oh," I say. This week went by much faster than I expected.
He points to one of the picture frames on my bedside table. "Is this your stepmother?" He asks.
"Soon to be."
"When is the wedding?"
"I don't know yet. My dad said he'll let me know sometime next week." I reply. With such a busy week here, I've barely spoken to him.
"Who's this girl you're standing next to?" Harry asks as he points to the picture of me and Addie.
My eyes start to tear up, so I quickly change the subject, hoping he doesn't notice. "Let's go make breakfast," I say.
He gives me a questioning glance, but doesn't push for details as I walk down the stairs. "Don't you have to be home? I bet your mother is worried about you," I say.
"I told her I'm staying the night at Louis'. Besides, she's three doors away, it's no big deal. As long as I'm home by eleven thirty, I promised mum we'd go shopping today." He replies back, and I'm secretly grateful for the company, for at least another hour or two. Being alone after last night is the last thing I want.
As we enter the kitchen, I take a look at the calendar only to notice I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to get my stitches removed. I put a reminder in my phone so I won't forget.
"What would you like?" I ask, as Harry leans against the counter. "I can make eggs, pancakes, bacon, waffles, cereal, toast..."
"I'm fine with just cereal," he says, and I nod. "Cap'n crunch, frosted flakes or froot loops?"
"Froot loops!" He yells like a four year old. I roll my eyes and pour him his froot loops, and I fix myself a bowl of frosted flakes.
We sit at the island and eat in silence. It's not an awkward silence though, it's.. Comfortable.
Once we finish, we put out dishes away in the dishwasher. I walk over to the cupboard, where I've started stashing chocolate, and break a square off. I'm always hungry, and I absolutely adore chocolate.
Without any fair warning, Harry steals my chocolate bar and runs outside onto the back porch. "Harry!" I scream after him. "Give me back my chocolate, NOW!" He bolts down the three stairs off of the porch and runs onto the sand of the beach.
"Who even eats chocolate in the morning?!" He yells at me. I make my way down the porch, and scream back at him.
"I do, Harry!"
I chase after him, doing my best not to rip my stitches, which really slows me down. I give up, knowing he's much faster and sigh. I see him take a small bite out of my chocolate and I scream. "No, Harry, please!"I really wanted to finish it!. My stomach is grumbling just thinking about it.
Finally, he comes back closer to me, and I jump at him, tackling him to the ground. I land on my back in the sand, and he falls directly on top of me. I can feel my tank top riding up, exposing my tummy to the cold, morning air and giving me goosebumps.
I take my chocolate bar out of his hand, feeling accomplished.
It's then I realize how close our faces are. I know I should pull away and get up, but his eyes are hypnotizing, they're green stare glueing me down to the cold, shady sand.
One of his hands comes up to brush the stray hair out of my face. His other hand naturally finds its way to my hip, his fingertips lightly brushing over the skin.
I can feel his messy curls tickling my forehead, and then he leans in and presses his lips to mine.
Everything feels like it's slow motion as our lips move in perfect synchronicity. I can still taste the chocolate on his lips as they tenderly move against mine. It's the most beautiful kiss, filled with emotion, passion and lust. All of my worries start to melt away, everything fading until the whole world has melted away, and left us lying in the middle of the universe, untouched and alone.
He pulls away too soon, leaving my body craving more. If I thought I was addicted before, this brought me over the edge.
He smiles down at me, both of his dimples showing.
Then it dawns on me. "What are we, Harry?" I say as I sit up. He sits beside me, and takes his time replying.
"I'm not sure, Isabelle, but we're definitely not friends," he says.
"You're right. There's no way I would ever be friends with such an asshole," I joke. I meant it with no truth behind my words, but then the image of him kissing that other girl pops into my head, and I push it away. I try to refrain from asking, but I cant. "Harry, why did you kiss her?" I say, trying to hold back the tears.
He laughs. "I never got to explain what really happened when Amber kissed me the other day. I met her there to break up with her, because I had just met the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She kissed me, Isabelle, and I pushed her off. That's all it was," he says, his deep green eyes sincere.
"You think I'm beautiful?" I say with a smirk, my tears completely vanished. "Oh, I'm flattered!" I joke in my fake accent.
"Yes, I do." he replies. "Please, let me make it up to you. Let me take you on a date tomorrow."
I consider his offer. I'm not 100% sure I can fully trust him yet, after he was so mean and made out with some other girl... But last night, he was so sweet... And the kiss... I guess I can't ignore the fact that I want to spend time with him.
"Okay," I say. "But on one condition."
"Anything," he says.
"Don't you ever, EVER steal my chocolate again."
-Harry's POV-
As I'm walking home, my mind keeps replaying the kiss. It was perfect. She's perfect. I knew I felt drawn to her, so when she pulled me into the sand, I couldn't help it. It's like there's some sort of magnetic pull tugging me close to her, and when I'm away from her, I can't focus because she's the only thing on my mind.
I can't wait for tomorrow. I have it all planned out already. I know exactly where I'm going to take her, and I hope she'll love it. I can't screw this up, this is my chance to make up for everything I've done.
As I walk in my house, mum asks why I'm smiling so much. I shrug and walk upstairs to get ready for shopping, still replaying the kiss in the back of my mind.
Notes
Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
first off, we now have a ship name for Harry and Isabelle: Isabarry!!!!! @BloojayLove came up with it this morning, and I love love love it!
also, as I was scanning through some of the other fanfics on here, I came across "Headmaster Styles" and couldn't stop reading. I totally recommend it, so head to @xXKayleighStyles57Xx 's page to read it! She's so talented!
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Oh I miss this story so much!
2/22/16