-Harry's POV-

I wake up next to the most beautiful girl in the world and smile, remembering last night. I hate to admit that I've been with a lot of girls, but her... My god. Isabelle is the best. By far. Her head rests gently on my shoulder, her brown wavy hair cascading down her back and over her face. I look over at her alarm clock, seeing that it's already 7:00. I really don't want to wake her up; she looks so peaceful, so beautiful, but I know she'll be mad if I make her late for school.

That's when I hear her mother yelling from downstairs. "Isabelle! You better be getting up, you'll be late!"

Shit. I forgot about her mother! I rustle her shoulder a little rougher than I meant to and her eyelids flutter open, confused. "Love, I'm really sorry to wake you but your mum is downstairs and we'll be late for school," I whisper as quickly as I can while still being understood.

"Isabelle!" Her mother shouts again, her heels clicking on the hardwood stairs, approaching fast. Isabelle's blue eyes widen as she understands the situation.

"Harry, get in my closet NOW." she says quickly, practically shoving me in as she closes the door, locking me in.

I peek through the crack between the door and the wall, and I see her mother walk in. She's dressed like she's ready for work, her Louboutin's matching her Gucci handbag. Don't ask me how I know these brands, my older sister Gemma used to be really into fashion.

"You're not even dressed yet?!" Her mother exclaims. "Let me pick something for you. Did you see the dresses I left for you from Paris?" She asks as she walks towards the closet. I brace myself to face her, desperately thinking for a way out of this situation. I do my best to hide behind Isabelle's clothes.

"No! No mom, you don't have to. I've already picked something." Isabelle pleads.

"Alright then. I'm off to work, I'll be home by nine." Her mother gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before her heels click away down the hall.

I reluctantly open the door. "That was close," I breathe as she jumps into my arms, my hands finding her waist. She laughs a light, airy laugh as she presses her forehead against mine.

"I can't believe that just happened," she giggles. Her hot breath tickles my lips. I can't help but connect them quickly and gently before pulling away.

"You need to get ready for school, love," I remind her.

"Ugh, alright. I'm in the shower," she says as she walks towards the bathroom.

"Mind if I join you?" I ask with a wink.

"I'll make sure I lock the door this time," she says, rolling her eyes.

I can see her trying to hide the smile on her lips as she strides away, her hips swaying purposefully. She pauses at the door frame, one hand sliding up over her head as her hip drops and she poses flauntingly against the door. Her gaze meets mine before a devious smirk appears on her face. She lets her robe fall off a few inches of her shoulder, revealing her milky skin that my lips explored the night before. She holds the pose a few more seconds before shutting the door.

I can't help it, so I walk over and try the doorknob. It's locked, of course. She is such a tease.

As I flop down on her bed, I seriously consider bringing back my ancient Boy Scout skills of picking locks with bobby pins, but by the time I recall the steps, she's already stepping out.

She emerges from the bathroom in just a short, white towel, her brown hair curling into tangled tendrils that she's pulled to one side. My eyes wander to her legs that seem to go on for miles. "Enjoying the view?" She says.

"Very much," I say as I feel the smirk growing on my face. I approach her, my eyes not leaving her body. She drives me insane.

"Not so fast, Styles," she says. "We have school. Don't want to start something we can't finish." Her towel starts to slip down her chest, revealing another inch of her beautiful breasts.

I swear my eyes are about to pop out of my head. "I mean, we could always blow off school for a day..." I start.

"Nice try."

She gets dressed behind a closed door. She's utterly unbelievable. Once she comes out, her hands immediately tangle into my hair as my hands find her hips. Her lips brush against mine before she pulls away and leads me downstairs.

It's only been three and a half weeks that I've known her... But for the first time in forever, I feel something new. Something sparking inside me, brightening even the most darkest parts of me.

Don't say it, I think to myself. Don't even think it. Three weeks is way to soon to be in love. Besides, I don't even know what love is.

I just hope hope that we turn out to be anything but ordinary. I want crazy, happy, exciting. I want Isabelle.

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-Isabelle's POV-

Finally, the bell that signals the start of lunch rings. I hurry out of my class, hoping not to bump into Harry before I complete my task. I have a mission today. I've decided to be a better person, therefore I need to start with the worst parts of me.

I find Amber exactly where I expect her to be; on their spot on the front lawn. "Amber, can I talk to you for a second?" I ask. I get multiple glares from the rest of her popular crew, but she seems to be in a good mood today.

"Of course. I'll be back," she says over her shoulder to her crowd.

Once we're out of earshot, I start on my speech. "Okay, here's the thing. I know that you and Harry have history together, and I'm totally fine with that. I get it. And I know he really cares about you. I just want to ask if you're okay with me being with him?" I say, all of my words blending together as I ramble on.

"Isabelle, I have no feelings for Harry anymore. He's been my best friend forever, and I really do care about him. But I do know he's happy when he's with you, and that's what counts," she says with a smile. "I have no problem with you being with him."

"thank you, Amber. You have no idea how much that means," I shyly state. "I'm sorry if I was ever mean to you."

"I'm sorry too." She announces before pulling me into a hug. "I'll see you around!"

She disappears back with her crew as I feel the same hands from this morning grip my hips. He rests his chin on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, "Everything alright?"

I nod. "I thought since you're such good friends with Amber, I should really try. She isn't too bad." i explain.

Even though he's behind me, I can still feel his grin spread across his face. "Thank you so much, love. I'm glad you two are finally civil," his accent purrs in my ear.

I turn around and he pecks me lightly on the forehead before taking me hand as we walk back to the cafeteria.

The rest of lunch passes by quickly, and soon enough I'm heading off to the small strip mall in Long Beach with Eleanor. Since I've been spending more time with Harry, I'm not seeing her out of school as much. I miss having her around everyday.

"So how're you and Louis?" I ask as we drive along the freeway, the wind blowing in my hair as she turns down the radio of her Jeep convertible.

"We're alright," she says, quieter than usual. Normally she would have a billion stories to fill me in on.

"Are you sure?" I ask again, giving her a knowing glance.

"Well... He's been distant. He's so into soccer, and he almost never has time to see me. I really don't want to hold him back, and since he's a year older, he'll be going to College in a few months.. I just don't see us lasting."

"I'm so sorry, El. But you two are amazing together. If it's really meant to be, I know you two will find your way back to eachother."

"I hope so," she responds sombrely.

We shop until out feet hurt, which conveniently happens to be around 8 o'clock, giving us just enough time to get home before dark.

Eleanor bought the cutest pair of shoes, and I got a cute pair of shorts. Not the most successful shopping, but at least we didn't leave empty handed.

She he drops me at my house, and I find my mother already home. I walk in the house to the smell of fresh pizza wafting down the hall. Oh, it smells amazing. I can smell the spices from my mother's homemade sauce from here.

My mouth waters when I see the whole pizza cooling on top of the oven, my mother flipping through the paper at the island.

"Hungry?" She asks.

"Very," I say, nodding.

We eat in a comfortable silence, and since we haven't spent much time together, we wind down to watch reruns of Grey's Anatomy together, something we used to do back in Toronto. She falls asleep on the couch halfway through the third episode. I love how all of the worries disappear off of her face when she's asleep. She looks so young and beautifu.

I tuck a blanket around her shoulders before heading up to go to bed myself. As I'm lying in bed, I think of last night with Harry. It was so exciting, so exhilarating. I've never felt that way before. It was like my body ignited to just his words, making every single nerve ending a live wire, ready to shock my body with pure pleasure.

I replay my conversation with Amber today, and for some ready, my thoughts wander to Addie for the first time since I've started dating Harry, and I fall asleep replaying my favourite memories with teary eyes.

Notes

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