-Isabelle's POV-

The school day passes by agonizingly slowly. All I can think about it tonight. I'm so excited to finally make Harry feel how I felt when I saw him with Amber.

As much as I love Noah as a friend, I need him to come with me tonight. And if what I've heard is true, he won't mind me flirting with him in front of Harry.

"Noah!" I call his name out when I see him out front after school. "Do you have plans tonight?" I ask bluntly. Way to be subtle, Isabelle, my mind chastises.

"Uh nothing. I heard there was some party but I'm not that into going. Why, what's up?" he replies.

Here goes nothing. "I need you to come to the party with me. Pick me up at eight," I say before I quickly walk away leaving no room for discussion.

I look back to see him smiling. Success.

The walk home seems shorter than usual. I'm almost shaking with excitement. I can't wait to finally let loose and have fun, not to mention getting back at Harry.

I feel a little bit bad for 'using' Noah, but it's not really using. I mean, technically it is, but I haven't spent mich time with him lately and I miss his company.

I quickly make myself dinner and start getting ready right away. I shower, shave my legs - twice - and then I blowdry my hair. I moisturize, cleanse, exfoliate, re-moisturize, and start styling my hair. I eventually decide on leaving down in it's natural waves, but I add some more texture with my curling iron.

Finally I move onto my makeup, and create a magical blend of dark and light across my eyelids. I sweep on a thin line of black liquid eyeliner, creating the smallest wing at the end of my lid. I finish off with a few coats of lengthening mascara and take a step back to admire my work.

It doesn't look half bad.

I slip into the outfit I picked out, praying he won't be able to keep his eyes off of me.

As I'm touching up the last few things, I hear a knock on the door. I run downstairs to answer it and Noah is standing on my porch. "Just give me one more minute," I say rushing back upstairs. I still need to put my shoes on.

Not wanting to bring a purse, I decide to slip my phone into my bra as I carefully make my way downstairs in the heels that are just an inch or two too big.

We drive there in silence, and when we finally reach Perrie's house, i see that there's already a hundred or so people here. I drag Noah inside, and I desperately search around for the keg. Normally I don't drink - ever, ever, ever - but I need alcohol in my system to pull this off without failing. I can already feel myself chickening out, so I hope the drink will calm my nerves.

I down the red plastic cup of bitter liquid down in a few gulpes before refilling and pulling Noah over to the dancefloor. "Dance with me," I whisper as sexy as I can into his ear. I see his smile spread wide across his face as his usual light eyes turn a shade darker with lust.

Thats when i see Harry. He's dressed in his usual black jeans, but tonight his v-neck is white with a plaid jacket overtop. He looks irresistible, but I can't let him know that.

He catches my eye, and I see him scanning my body. As he does so, I purposely grind my hips into Noah's and press my body closer to him.

I can see the darkness take over Harry's jade stare as the anger boils inside him. I swear I saw a flash of hurt before he looked away.

For as long as I can, I continue dancing with Noah until my legs are too sore to continue.

I look over, but instead of seeing an angry Harry like I'd hoped, I see a random girl sprawled out on his lap. He catches me looking, obviously noticing the jealousy on my face as he mouths, "Two can play at this game."

He couldn't've been more right.

I ditch Noah for a few minutes as I seek out Eleanor. I need advice, stat.

Her and Louis are doing body shots on the counter, but I pull her away, claiming it's urgent. I explain to her the whole situation and my attempts to make Harry jealous.

"Dancing with someone else isn't going to throw Harry over the edge," she warns. "You need someone to touch you, kiss you, take you upstairs... Anything to grab his attention. Make it seem like your not his." she slurs. She may be drunk, but she's always right.

"Thanks El!" I say, kissing her on the cheek before I set out to find Noah again.

i make my way through the sweaty mass of bodies until I find Noah, standing in the same place I left him. Oh right, I forgot he doesn't have many friends here.

Me and Noah maneuver around the house, trying to find where Harry went. I see him making out with the same girl from before, her body pressed against the wall by his.

Jealousy rushes through me. Im not supposed to be the jealous one, he is!!

I grab Noah by his face and bring his lips to meet mine. The kiss is sloppy, and I get nothing from it. It's like kissing a manikin. I feel his arms wrap around my waist and I jump up to wrap my legs around him as my back is pressed against the wall.

I know Harry won't let things get far at all between me and Noah, and the alcohol is impairing my judgement. Something makes me reach for Noah's hand as I slowly guide it up my dress until it reaches the cusp of my lace underwear. His rough fingers briskly move the fabric aside as he starts to rub over my mound, making me moan into his mouth. All of my instincts are telling me to push him off, but I resist.

I'm not losing this battle, Harry is.

Thats when he snaps, and I feel the weight of Noah's body leave mine. I'm soon flung over Harry's shoulder like the first party, and he carries me upstairs and throws me onto a strange bed. He closes the door to the room behind us.

I try to stand up, but the alcohol has gone to my head and I stumble, landing square in his arms.

"What the hell are you doing with Noah!?" He roars.

"You can't get mad at me for that when you're hooking up with Amber," I chime.

"I am not. She's just a friend. Her brother is fatally ill, and I was hugging her because she found out that he only has a few months left to live. Are you happy now?"

I stand there shocked. Now I feel terrible about everything; for using Noah, and trying to hurt Harry.

"I... I had no idea. I'm sorry," I stutter, completely sobered up from his confession.

"I tried to tell you," he says, the hurtful gaze from earlier creeping into his beautiful irises.

"I'm sorry," I repeat.

I take a deep breath and almost stop myself, but the words tumble from my mouth. "I don't think I can be around you."

"What?" He replies.

"You... You make me feel so amazing, but so terrible at the same time. I can't handle all of this emotion in me," I start.

"Isabelle, I want you."

His words stop me in my tracks.

"I know you want me too, you don't have to hide it." He steps closer to me, and I instinctively back up. My back hits the wall.

"Say it," he whispers. "Tell me you want me too."

I know it's a terrible idea. I know it is, I can feel every bone in my body rejecting his words. I don't know what it is that makes me whisper, "I want you, Harry," in reply.

The second the hushed words leave my lips, I feel his mouth crash into mine. The feeling of his soft lips jolts me awake, creating a buzzing flow of energy in my veins. His hands make their way down to my thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps and electricity with every single touch.

His hands cup the back of my thighs, signalling for me to jump, and I obey. He carries me over to the bed where he hovers over me. His green eyes, glinting a silvery-Gray colour in the moonlight, peek down at me from under his curls.

"Isabelle," he says, his velvety voice snapping me out of my trance. "I know I've messed up, a million times. But when I'm with you... You make me want to be better. I want you to know every part of me, and I want to learn every single curve and edge of your body. Will you please be my girlfriend?"

His words take me by such a huge surprise, I lie there speechless for a few moments.

He was the one who wanted to keep this a secret. He was the one who wasn't ready for commitment, and now he wants us?

I can't help but smile. I know he'll end up hurting me, and I know this will all end in a burning mess... But I can't ignore the feelings I get when I'm around him.

"Yes, Harry. Yes," I say, my voice coming out squeaky.

The most genuine smile crosses his face and lights up his eyes as he peers down at me. "You won't regret this."

I really, really hope he's right.

Notes

Second update tonight since the first one was short :) I've been writing an essay all day, so I apologize if my grammar or spelling or choice of words is terrible in this one.

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