-Isabelle's POV-

They finally let me out today. After a lot of convincing that I am fine and I'm not going to die, the hospital released me. The only condition was that I don't stay at home alone, so I'll be living with Harry for a few days until my dad flies down here.

I wouldn't choose to stay with anyone else, but I really don't want to hurt Harry. Like I said, he can't love me. I won't let him.

Eleanor, Sophia and Perrie came to visit me yesterday. It was so nice to see them, I had no idea they found out. I guess news travels fast in a small town. They brought me more chocolate than I can eat, some beautiful flowers and a classic get well soon card, not that it will take away the pain inside.

As I follow Harry out the hospital, the empty feelings inside me don't feel real. Everything feels like it's all a bad dream. Nothing feels right.

The bandage itches against my wrist. The cuts still sting, although not as bad as a few days ago. In a way I love the pain, it takes away a fraction of the jumbling mass of feelings exploding in every cell of my body.

The bright sunlight hits my eyes, and I have to squint to see where I'm going. My legs feel stiff. I haven't walked in days.

The drive back to Harry's house is silent. This time, it's not a comfortable silence, it's almost awkward. I'm still so ashamed of what I did. I promised myself I'd never resort to anything as extreme as this, never ever. Not after Addie.

I guess pain changes people.

Change... The last conversation I had with my mother comes back into my mind. Our last words were in anger. The last time we talked, we were fighting.

I can't believe I didnt even get to hug her goodbye.

The tears streaming down my face make Harry turn the car around and drive up the familiar dirt path. He parks in the spot where we had our first date, and opens my door. When I'm too upset to move, he unbuckles my seatbelt and carries me over to the bench that overlooks the whole town.

"You can't love me, Harry," I sob into his chest as he pulls me close, sobs racking my small frame.

He doesn't respond, he just sits there holding me and letting me cry.

"Something bad always happens to everyone I love. I don't want to hurt you," I whisper, looking up into his eyes. "I can't drag you into my wake. I destroy things, Harry. That's what I do." The truth in my words makes me cry even harder as I bury my face into his broad shoulders.

"Isabelle, look at me," he says as he tilts my chin up to meet his Emerald gaze. "I don't care if you hurt me. Hurt me all you want. I love you, and no matter what, I'll never leave you."

His voice is so sincere. "I can't let you love me, Harry, I can't lose any more people I love. I can't do it," I cry.

"I'm not going anywhere. Never."

I know I shouldn't let him stay. I can't. I don't want him to get hurt, but in this moment, I can't seem to find the words. Everything around me is crumbling, and he's the only thing keeping me from tumbling down with the rest of it. "Thank you, Harry," I whisper through my tears.

"Can you please promise me one thing, Isabelle?" he pleads.

"Anything," I whisper back.

"Promise me you'll never, ever harm yourself again. I never want to feel like I did a few days ago. Please don't leave me," he begs.

I wont make a promise I can't keep, but I know I need to do this. I'm really going to try. "I promise," I whisper.

He pulls me close, and I stay wrapped in his arms on the bench as we watch the sun go down. I used to feel so small, so unimportant in the world, but now I know my purpose: Harry. I know now, he's mine.

I just hope it stays like this forever.

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-Harry's POV-

Isabelle falls asleep in my arms. I can't even describe how happy I am that she's still here with me. She promised me she'd never harm herself, so I promise myself silently to never, ever hurt her. She needs me, much as she denies it.

I carefully pick her up and carry her back to the car and buckle her in. As quietly as I can, I begin to hum. No tune in particular, just whatever comes to mind.

Soon, we reach my house, and my mum has already made tea and set up the guest room for Isabelle.

My mum must see her in my arms from the window, because she rushes down to open the door for me. I smile at her, and she points upstairs.

Knowing isabelle, she wants anything but to be alone, so I gently place her down in my bed so I can get changed.

I slip off my shirt and my jeans, leaving me just in my boxers, and climb under the covers wth her. "I love you," I whisper again, testing out the foreign words. I haven't said those words in years.

Instinctively, my arm snakes around her waist, pulling her close to my body. The scent of her hair engulfes me as I inhale, leaving me powerless. I'd do anything, be anything for her. I have no control.

As I drift off into sleep, I tighten my grip around her waist, praying she won't leave me. I need her here, safe.

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I wake up before she does, so I head downstairs to talk with mum. She mustn't be too pleased with the current sleeping arrangements, knowing her.

She gives me a knowing stare as I walk in the kitchen.

"Good morning," I say, avoiding the elephant in the room.

"Morning," she eyes my suspiciously. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," I reply. "Isabelle um, I didn't want her to sleep alone, so... She slept in my room."

"Alright, that's fine, as long as she's happy there. I cant imagine what it must be like for her right now." My mother's eyes look sad.

"thank you for letting her stay here," I say quietly. "It's so nice of you."

"You know I loved Jessica," my mother's eyes tear up. I go over to hug her, feeling her pain. I can't believe the situation. "She was always so strong. You can tell Isabelle is just like her. She'll he through this. I know she will," my mother continues.

I leave her to her Thoughts as I head upstairs to check on Isabelle. I open the door, squeaking it slightly but grateful she's still asleep. She needs rest.

Before getting ready for school, I can't stop admiring her strength. She's so beautiful, so powerful. If my mum was in that plane, I know I would be in much worse shape than her. I wouldn't be here, at all, that's for sure.

She really is a girl almighty. I pray she'll stay this young, this strong and this beautiful. I pray she'll stay mine.

Notes

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