Just You and Me
Rough Night
-Harry's POV-
I can't believe she invited him to stay over. I mean, how could she? And why didn't she ask me to stay with her instead?
Okay, I get that we were on bad terms, but still. I hope she knows I would've stayed.
Things are really awkward. I'm sitting on the couch across from Noah, staring directly at him. Isabelle is sitting in a chair, her eyes flickering back and forth between the two of us, waiting for someone to move or say something.
I clear my throat. "So, Noah, why are you staying the night?" I ask, clearly hinting he's not welcome.
"Uh, I... My grandmother passed away, so my parents are pretty destroyed. And I don't want to be stuck in the sob house. So Isabelle invited me to stay with her because she's alone for a while--"
"Not alone, she has me. I've been with her for the last few nights since her mother left." I state blandly, hoping to get on his nerves. He's the outsider here, not me. And, okay, I feel a little bad about his grandmother, but he's a strong boy. He'll get over it.
"I'm sorry, I thought it would've just been me and Isabelle tonight. She didn't mention you'd be here," he replies nervously.
"Well, there was a sudden change in plans and now I have to be here."
"Fine by me," he says. I can tell he's uncomfortable.
"Oh, Isabelle I actually don't know if having Noah over tonight is going to workout," I say, faking my disapointment. "We only have one spare room."
"Looks like you'll be sleeping on the couch, then." Isabelle finally speaks up. I start to smirk, but I look up and see her comment was directed to me.
"Harry, can I speak with you in the other room?" She asks.
"Of course, love." I follow her out, leaving Noah sitting confused and alone.
Once we enter the kitchen, I get a hard, cold stare from her beautiful topaz eyes. "What the hell are you doing, Harry!?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I state innocently.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"I was just saying how you only have one guest room--"
"WHY ARE YOU STAYING OVER!?" She cuts me off.
"I thought you could use some company."
"Please, just leave. I invited Noah over, and it's my house. You're the one that's unwelcome here, Harry."
God, I love it when she says my name. She looks so hot when she's angry, my eyes can't help but scan her body up and down before I start to move in closer. I place my hands on her hips, her hard gaze not leaving mine.
"Love, I don't trust him around you." I whisper in her ear. I hear her inhale, her eyelids closing for just a moment before my spell wears off.
"We're just friends, Harry." She says back. "He won't pull anything." I can see the reassurance in her eyes waiver as she says that.
"But what if he tries anything?" I ask. I can't even think of anyone else touching her. She's mine.
"Then I'll stop him right away. I've made it clear that im not interested, and I only want to be friends."
I press my body in even closer to hers and lean down to her neck. I plant a gentle kiss on her sweet spot, earning a soft gasp as I whisper, "You're mine," in her ear.
She nods, "I know, Harry."
A sense of pride overcomes me as her eyes meet mine. We both lean in, and right before our lips are about to connect, Noah walks in.
"Oh, uh... Am I interrupting something?" He stutters. The look of shock on his face is priceless.
"Nope, I'm just about to order a pizza. What do you want?" I ask casually, not removing my hands from Isabelle's hips.
The uncomfortableness of the situation seems to get the best of her as she pushes my hands away and walks to grab the phone. "Cheese, please," she says as she hands me the landline.
"I'll have pepperoni please." Noah says.
"Got it."
I order the pizza, and it arrives quickly, probnaly because it's a week night and they don't get much business during the week.
We eat in silence as we 'do our homework.' Or, I guess you could say while Isabelle does her homework. We're lying on the floor of her living room, books spread all around us. She's in the middle, of course, and I'm on her left while Noah is on her right.
She looks so cute when she's concentrating.
Noah seems focused on the book he's reading, and while she's deep into her homework, I take the time to study her face.
My eyes start at the top of her head, staring at her beautiful chestnut hair. It's so soft to touch, and it always looks so shiny. I have a craving to run my hands through it, but I know now isn't the time. I push it away as my eyes wander down to her earrings. She has two piercings in her right ear and three in her left, all containing different earrings. The two pairs at the bottom have one gold star and one diamond, and then the odd one out at the top of her earlobe is a silvery stone. Her eyes shine just as bright as the diamonds.
I continue over her face, moving down to her chin and her lips. I notice the faintest hint of a small dimple in her chin and smile. That's adorable. She bites her lower lip in concentration, and just that one action does so many things to me. As I remember the feeling of her soft lips pressed against mine, I feel a light blush take over my face. I push the feeling away and focus on her eye area. Her eyebrows, so perfectly shaped but so natural, seem to furrow when she's thinking too hard. She's so smart.
My eyes graze over her high cheekbones before the finally gaze into her eyes. Her long, dark eyelashes create a feathery shield over her crystal orbs. I sit there for what seems like ages, getting lost in the bottomless blue of her eyes. The colour is so strange; it changes in different lights. I remember that day at the beach it was a beautiful clear crystal, just like the water. In the kitchen, they were a dark and creamy topaz. But now, as she's at peace with her homework, they are a simple light blue. The colour seems so rich, so beautiful. I can't stop staring.
Finally, she finishes her homework and goes to get ready for bed, since it's already 9.30. Wow, time goes by so fast when I'm with her.
She leaves Noah and I alone. Bad mistake, I think to myself.
"What are you doing here," Noah grumbles angrily as soon as she leaves the room.
"Same as you," I reply nonchalantly. "She asked me to stay with her."
"Well you don't need to, I'm here."
"Actually, it'd be best if you left." I say, throwing it out as an idea. Maybe he'll be smart enough to get out now.
"There is no way I'm leaving you alone with her, ever, especially not after what you did to Jane." he growls.
He hits my weakest spot. He doesn't fight fair. "I've told you, it was a misunderstanding." He's still under the impression that I assaulted her.
"You tried to rape my sister, and you call that a misunderstanding?"
I drop the subject. It's still hard for me to talk about it, especially since I have nothing on Noah. I can't fight back and he knows it.
"That's right, you better go, Styles. Before I left, I had her around my finger. I would've fucked her already if you hadn't came along."
I knew that's what this is about. "Don't touch her," I growl. I swear, if he does anything to her...
"It's not like she's yours."
I can't let him know she is. Sort of. I know I have a better shot than him, for now. But I can't blow it by telling him that.
"Fine, do what you want." I say, doing my best to keep my cool.
Thank god, Isabelle breaks us up. She walks down the stairs, a questioning look in her eyes. "Noah, I set up the guest room for you. Come on," she says, motioning for him to follow.
"And Harry, you can sleep on the couch in my room." She says. Apparently she's still mad at me. I feel like a dog who's been kicked out to sleep in the doghouse. I'll just have to make it up to her. Again.
I go to brush my teeth as she shows Noah his room. At least he's not sleeping in here with Isabelle so I can keep an eye on her.
I really don't trust him.
-Isabelle's POV-
This is the most awkward sleepover ever. I didn't want Harry to stay, at all. But I don't really have a choice.
I show Noah his room, and leave him to go to sleep. I walk into my bathroom to see Harry, who's already shirtless, brushing his teeth. My eyes are drawn to his torso, where his tanned skin and his toned abdomen are exposed. His Calvin Klein boxers peak out from underneath his jeans that are hanging dangerously low on his hips, revealing his v-line.
My mind forces me to peel my eyes away as I show him to the couch in the corner. I motion to it, and his lower lip begins to pout.
"Do I really have to sleep on the couch?" he begs.
I can't give in this easily. "Yes," I reply.
"But I don't want to."
"Stop being a child and go to sleep."
He starts to approach me, and his hands find their way to my hips ahain. I won't give in that easily, Styles.
He rests his forehead against mine, and closes the gap between our faces. "Please?" he whispers, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine.
My breathing starts to speed up at the anticipation of the kiss. "What would Noah think?"
His smirk starts to fade. "Who cares what he thinks?" he whispers back.
I can't help in anymore, suddenly my craving for having him close to me is too much to bear, so I give in. "Fine," I whisper, leaning in, lustful for just one kiss.
"Yay!" He says as he pulls away and flops onto my bed.
I regret my decision immediately, but Im over it. If curly wants to sleep with me, then fine. But if he won't kiss me, he won't get any either.
"Goodnight, Harry," I say as I crawl under the covers.
His arm snakes around my body, and I know I shouldn't want it there, but I can't force myself to move it. "Goodnight, Belle," he whispers in my ear as I drift off to sleep.
I can't believe she invited him to stay over. I mean, how could she? And why didn't she ask me to stay with her instead?
Okay, I get that we were on bad terms, but still. I hope she knows I would've stayed.
Things are really awkward. I'm sitting on the couch across from Noah, staring directly at him. Isabelle is sitting in a chair, her eyes flickering back and forth between the two of us, waiting for someone to move or say something.
I clear my throat. "So, Noah, why are you staying the night?" I ask, clearly hinting he's not welcome.
"Uh, I... My grandmother passed away, so my parents are pretty destroyed. And I don't want to be stuck in the sob house. So Isabelle invited me to stay with her because she's alone for a while--"
"Not alone, she has me. I've been with her for the last few nights since her mother left." I state blandly, hoping to get on his nerves. He's the outsider here, not me. And, okay, I feel a little bad about his grandmother, but he's a strong boy. He'll get over it.
"I'm sorry, I thought it would've just been me and Isabelle tonight. She didn't mention you'd be here," he replies nervously.
"Well, there was a sudden change in plans and now I have to be here."
"Fine by me," he says. I can tell he's uncomfortable.
"Oh, Isabelle I actually don't know if having Noah over tonight is going to workout," I say, faking my disapointment. "We only have one spare room."
"Looks like you'll be sleeping on the couch, then." Isabelle finally speaks up. I start to smirk, but I look up and see her comment was directed to me.
"Harry, can I speak with you in the other room?" She asks.
"Of course, love." I follow her out, leaving Noah sitting confused and alone.
Once we enter the kitchen, I get a hard, cold stare from her beautiful topaz eyes. "What the hell are you doing, Harry!?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I state innocently.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"I was just saying how you only have one guest room--"
"WHY ARE YOU STAYING OVER!?" She cuts me off.
"I thought you could use some company."
"Please, just leave. I invited Noah over, and it's my house. You're the one that's unwelcome here, Harry."
God, I love it when she says my name. She looks so hot when she's angry, my eyes can't help but scan her body up and down before I start to move in closer. I place my hands on her hips, her hard gaze not leaving mine.
"Love, I don't trust him around you." I whisper in her ear. I hear her inhale, her eyelids closing for just a moment before my spell wears off.
"We're just friends, Harry." She says back. "He won't pull anything." I can see the reassurance in her eyes waiver as she says that.
"But what if he tries anything?" I ask. I can't even think of anyone else touching her. She's mine.
"Then I'll stop him right away. I've made it clear that im not interested, and I only want to be friends."
I press my body in even closer to hers and lean down to her neck. I plant a gentle kiss on her sweet spot, earning a soft gasp as I whisper, "You're mine," in her ear.
She nods, "I know, Harry."
A sense of pride overcomes me as her eyes meet mine. We both lean in, and right before our lips are about to connect, Noah walks in.
"Oh, uh... Am I interrupting something?" He stutters. The look of shock on his face is priceless.
"Nope, I'm just about to order a pizza. What do you want?" I ask casually, not removing my hands from Isabelle's hips.
The uncomfortableness of the situation seems to get the best of her as she pushes my hands away and walks to grab the phone. "Cheese, please," she says as she hands me the landline.
"I'll have pepperoni please." Noah says.
"Got it."
I order the pizza, and it arrives quickly, probnaly because it's a week night and they don't get much business during the week.
We eat in silence as we 'do our homework.' Or, I guess you could say while Isabelle does her homework. We're lying on the floor of her living room, books spread all around us. She's in the middle, of course, and I'm on her left while Noah is on her right.
She looks so cute when she's concentrating.
Noah seems focused on the book he's reading, and while she's deep into her homework, I take the time to study her face.
My eyes start at the top of her head, staring at her beautiful chestnut hair. It's so soft to touch, and it always looks so shiny. I have a craving to run my hands through it, but I know now isn't the time. I push it away as my eyes wander down to her earrings. She has two piercings in her right ear and three in her left, all containing different earrings. The two pairs at the bottom have one gold star and one diamond, and then the odd one out at the top of her earlobe is a silvery stone. Her eyes shine just as bright as the diamonds.
I continue over her face, moving down to her chin and her lips. I notice the faintest hint of a small dimple in her chin and smile. That's adorable. She bites her lower lip in concentration, and just that one action does so many things to me. As I remember the feeling of her soft lips pressed against mine, I feel a light blush take over my face. I push the feeling away and focus on her eye area. Her eyebrows, so perfectly shaped but so natural, seem to furrow when she's thinking too hard. She's so smart.
My eyes graze over her high cheekbones before the finally gaze into her eyes. Her long, dark eyelashes create a feathery shield over her crystal orbs. I sit there for what seems like ages, getting lost in the bottomless blue of her eyes. The colour is so strange; it changes in different lights. I remember that day at the beach it was a beautiful clear crystal, just like the water. In the kitchen, they were a dark and creamy topaz. But now, as she's at peace with her homework, they are a simple light blue. The colour seems so rich, so beautiful. I can't stop staring.
Finally, she finishes her homework and goes to get ready for bed, since it's already 9.30. Wow, time goes by so fast when I'm with her.
She leaves Noah and I alone. Bad mistake, I think to myself.
"What are you doing here," Noah grumbles angrily as soon as she leaves the room.
"Same as you," I reply nonchalantly. "She asked me to stay with her."
"Well you don't need to, I'm here."
"Actually, it'd be best if you left." I say, throwing it out as an idea. Maybe he'll be smart enough to get out now.
"There is no way I'm leaving you alone with her, ever, especially not after what you did to Jane." he growls.
He hits my weakest spot. He doesn't fight fair. "I've told you, it was a misunderstanding." He's still under the impression that I assaulted her.
"You tried to rape my sister, and you call that a misunderstanding?"
I drop the subject. It's still hard for me to talk about it, especially since I have nothing on Noah. I can't fight back and he knows it.
"That's right, you better go, Styles. Before I left, I had her around my finger. I would've fucked her already if you hadn't came along."
I knew that's what this is about. "Don't touch her," I growl. I swear, if he does anything to her...
"It's not like she's yours."
I can't let him know she is. Sort of. I know I have a better shot than him, for now. But I can't blow it by telling him that.
"Fine, do what you want." I say, doing my best to keep my cool.
Thank god, Isabelle breaks us up. She walks down the stairs, a questioning look in her eyes. "Noah, I set up the guest room for you. Come on," she says, motioning for him to follow.
"And Harry, you can sleep on the couch in my room." She says. Apparently she's still mad at me. I feel like a dog who's been kicked out to sleep in the doghouse. I'll just have to make it up to her. Again.
I go to brush my teeth as she shows Noah his room. At least he's not sleeping in here with Isabelle so I can keep an eye on her.
I really don't trust him.
-Isabelle's POV-
This is the most awkward sleepover ever. I didn't want Harry to stay, at all. But I don't really have a choice.
I show Noah his room, and leave him to go to sleep. I walk into my bathroom to see Harry, who's already shirtless, brushing his teeth. My eyes are drawn to his torso, where his tanned skin and his toned abdomen are exposed. His Calvin Klein boxers peak out from underneath his jeans that are hanging dangerously low on his hips, revealing his v-line.
My mind forces me to peel my eyes away as I show him to the couch in the corner. I motion to it, and his lower lip begins to pout.
"Do I really have to sleep on the couch?" he begs.
I can't give in this easily. "Yes," I reply.
"But I don't want to."
"Stop being a child and go to sleep."
He starts to approach me, and his hands find their way to my hips ahain. I won't give in that easily, Styles.
He rests his forehead against mine, and closes the gap between our faces. "Please?" he whispers, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine.
My breathing starts to speed up at the anticipation of the kiss. "What would Noah think?"
His smirk starts to fade. "Who cares what he thinks?" he whispers back.
I can't help in anymore, suddenly my craving for having him close to me is too much to bear, so I give in. "Fine," I whisper, leaning in, lustful for just one kiss.
"Yay!" He says as he pulls away and flops onto my bed.
I regret my decision immediately, but Im over it. If curly wants to sleep with me, then fine. But if he won't kiss me, he won't get any either.
"Goodnight, Harry," I say as I crawl under the covers.
His arm snakes around my body, and I know I shouldn't want it there, but I can't force myself to move it. "Goodnight, Belle," he whispers in my ear as I drift off to sleep.
Notes
IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR THIS UPDATE! I got really busy with homework since I'm back in school now, but I'm still going to pray to get an update published every day! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, but it was just a filler. Lots more Isaberry coming.
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