-Harry's POV-

This has been the worst week ever. First, Isabelle completely shuts me out for no reason. I can't get my mind off her. Did I do something wrong? I must have, she's talking to everybody but me. I can't believe I screwed this up before I even got to start anything with her.

My weekend was really lonely. The only one around (other than Isabelle) was Niall, so we spent the whole weekend together. Let's just say I had to drive him to the Nando's in Long Beach more than once a day.

I did end up visiting Dylan in the hospital with Amber. He's worse than I remembered. I push the image of him out of my mind.

As I'm sitting in first period, I can't decide what to do. I see Isabelle sitting three desks infront of me but she won't talk to me. I consider trying to sneak her out of class so I can actually talk to her. It feels like it's been forever. I thought she said she only needed a day or two?

After five painful minutes I decide I've have enough and pass a note to Eleanor. 'Is Isabelle mad at me?' I scribble on the small piece of paper. I crumple it up and aim the best I can towards her. She sits right beside Isabelle.

Bullseye, i think as it hits her square in the arm. She picks it up and looks at me, and I return her glance with a pleading stare. She hasn't been the friendliest to me either, but she hesitantly unfolds the note.

I see her write a response, and when the teacher turns his back, she throws it back. I barely catch it thanks to her terrible throw, but luckily I snatch it from the air before it hits the ground. 'Not mad, just hurt. Saw you hugging Amber.'

Oh my god. Not again. I can't even imagine what she's thinking. No wonder she's not talking to me.

Ughhhhhh. How could I have been so stupid? I knew she was coming to meet me there. I should've talked to Amber later.

I'll have to try and explain myself... Again. I can't stand not being around her. It's the worst kind of loss when someone is still such a huge part of your life, but purposely distances themself from you as much as they can.

The bell rings and I run out of class. I see Isabelle a few feet away in the mass of people, and I push through them and drag her out the nearest exit.

"Harry--" she cuts me off as I pull her outside.

"Just hear me out, please." I say calmly. I'm ready to tell her everything about me, something I've never done with anyone before.

"I have to get to class Har--"

"You can miss one class, Isabelle, it won't kill you!" I cut her off again. "Get in the car and let me explain," I say as I motion to the open car door.

She looks me in the eye for the first time in a week, and I'm overwhelmed by her piercing blue stare. She hesitantly climbs in the passenger seat and I walk around to join her in the car.

Instinctively I lock the door, knowing she might try and run once she doesn't want to talk anymore.

She rolls her eyes at my actions. Oh god, she's so hot when she does that. Her anger brings out the sexiest side of her, a heated, fiery side you can't see on the surface. She's a really complex person, so many layers to her. I want to learn all of them.

My eyes flicker up to her face, taking in her features one last time before I begin my explanation to my horrible actions.

"Isabelle, what you saw with Amber isn't what it looked like," I start carefully.

"Oh, of course it wasn't Harry. Because you guys are such good friends that you hug and make out against the lockers all the time. Well you know what? I'm done. I can't handle having you use me whenever you want. You know exactly how to play it don't you? Have it all figured out? Well not with me. I'm not going to be that girl. Find someone else to play with," she rants, spitting poison off of her tongue. She abruptly unlocks the door and starts to get out, despite my protesting.

"Isabelle, that's not it at all, just wait please! I want--" im cut off again by the violent slam of the car door. "You," I finish. "I want you," I whisper to myself. Although she can't hear the words, it feels good to finally say them.

Her words really sting me, they hit harder than I thought they would. I hear the bell ringing to signal the start of class, but I can't bring myself to go inside.

I sit in my car and bang my fist against the steering wheel, accidentally pressing the horn. Enraged, I mash the keys into the ignition and drive away, away from school, away from my friends, away from my life. I need to think.

I go to the only place I can think of: the lookout point I took Isabelle to on our date.

It doesn't help to know that she's been there, but looking out over the entire town gives me the space and freedom I need to decide what to do with my life.

I sit there for hours, doing my best to convince myself to forget about her, but I cant. The only conclusion I come to is that I need her. I need her in my life, but she doesn't want anything to do with me.

I need to get through to her somehow, and I know exactly the way to do it.

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-Isabelle's POV-

I can't believe he tried to convince me he's a decent person. This is ridiculous. I'm so done. Being around Harry is like being on a rollercoaster ride, his emotions constantly go up and down and over curves and turns, and I never know where I stand with him.

The final bell rings and I head home as fast as I can. My mother's flight got in an hour ago.

As much as I'm grateful to have her home, I'm going to miss having the silence of an empty house to myself. I hate being alone, but past day or two I've found the silence comforting.

Eleanor sends me a text, inviting me to some party tomorrow night. I'm about to accept her invite, until I realise im no longer a free agent and have to check with my mother first.

I throw my backpack onto my bed before I walk into the kitchen to see my mother preparing a meal as usual. "Hi mom!" I say excitedly as I walk around the island to hug her.

"Hi sweetheart, how was your stay?" She asks.

"Good. How was Paris?"

"Busy as usual. I had no time to myself."

My mother is always working, and the one day she might get a break, she always embarks on a new project.

"I know you just got home and everything, but my friend is having a party and I'd really like to go and meet some new people."

"Yeah, do what you like. I'm going out for another meeting that night so you'll be on your own for dinner as well."

I say a quick thank you before I head upstairs to finish my homework, desperate to keep my mind busy so it doesn't think of the boy who's turning my world upside down.

After an hour of trig homework and writing the introduction for my essay, I decide to pick my outfit for the party tomorrow. I need to look good.

Even if Harry doesn't want me after my rant today, I'm going to make sure he'll regret hooking up with Amber once he sees my outfit. Besides, the only weapon I have here is my body.

Or is it? An idea pops into my head, and I'm sure this is going to be the most interesting party I've been to in my whole entire life.

Notes

Heeeeyyyy everyone! I hope you enjoyed this update! As promised, I'm doing my best to write at least one a day :)

Also, since I've been a little short with Harry's POV, I tried to lengthen it for you all!

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