-Harry's POV-

I take a minute to collect my thoughts before returning back to Isabelle. I don't know how to break this to her...

I walk back to find her exactly where I left her on the bench, a confused look on her face. Her face... I can't even imagine the pain that's about to cross it.

Why do I have to be the one to break this to her? She'll understand if it comes from you, my mother's words ring in my ears.

Tears start to pool in my eyes. Fuck, this is hard. I sit down and avoid her gaze, and I can feel my eyes glistening.

She notices. "What is it, Harry?"

I take a deep breath and turn my gaze towards her turquoise eyes, so deep with concern.

"Isabelle..." I start. "Your... Your mother's body was found."

Her eyes glaze over and my heart crumbles into a million pieces for her.

-Isabelle's POV-

Numb.

All I feel is numb.

Harry's arms enclose around me, trying to create a safe haven.

His voice attempts to soothe me, whispering hushed words. They all blur together, my brain not being able to register what he's saying.

My heart quenches, hurting so bad I wouldn't be surprised if it ripped itself in half. I wish it would. Nothing could be more painful than this.

I know this is wrong, I know I shouldn't have hoped, even for a second, that she was alive.

Nothing makes sense.

I close my eyes and don't reopen them as continuous waves of greif wash over me.

---

My lashes flutter open as my eyes adjust to the light. Harry is sitting by the window next to my bed, his head in his hands.

I rustle the blankets as I sit up, and he looks up startled when he hears me stirring.

He doesn't say a word, he just sits down beside me as his eyes meet mine. "Hey," he whispers softly. "This doesn't change anything, okay? I'm still here. You still have me."

I nod, placing my head on his chest. But he's wrong.

This changes everything.

"I'll never leave, I promise," he cooes over and over as I drift back into sleep.

"I promise.." His voice fades away along with my despair as I slip into a dreamless sleep.

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-Harry's POV-

A week passes. And then another.

And another.

Im sick of this.

As Much as I want to be here for Isabelle, its.. It's emotionally draining.

She's fallen into a rut. All she does is cry and sleep and cuddle. I've come to like school now, because it's a break from all of this.

I know it's hard losing someone you love. Especially your mother. I don't even know how I would cope.

But still... It's been over a month. Almost two. The wound is still fresh, but it's like she doesn't even want to stitch it back up.

She doesn't want to get better. I'm losing her.

"Mate!" Louis calls from across the hall, snapping me from my inner complaints.

I fake a smile. "Hey Lou," I reply.

"Are you coming to my party tonight? You better man, I got 2 kegs and Perrie promised she's bringing booze as well. It's going to be killer," he rambles.

That sounds amazing. I need a night out, but what about Isabelle? I can't leave her alone, at night especially.

He must be able to sense my hesitation. "You... You can bring her too." He mumbles. "I haven't seen her in ages. How is she?"

"She's okay," I reply. She's not.

"The girls really miss her."

I nod. Eleanor calls me every night for an update, but nothing is changing. She's dug herself a hole and she can't find the way out.

I don't even think she knows which way is up anymore.

"So is that a yes?" Louis presses.

"I don't know if she's up for it..."

"C'mon, she has to be. It'll loosen her up a bit."

True. "I'll try," I promise him.

I say goodbye and make my way home.

Well, here goes nothing.

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-Isabelle's POV-

I hear Harry slam the door as he walks in. He's been acting weird...

My my eyes are still puffy from crying. I can't believe I haven't cried myself out, but I guess these are all the tears left over from my childhood. I never used to cry.

"Hey," Harry says as he kisses my cheek. Before I can reply, he continues on. "So I was thinking... we should go out tonight."

i frown. "Where?"

"Well... Louis's having a party, we could stop by if you want?"

What?

"I... I don't know. I don't want to go out... I'm not ready."

He inhales sharply. "Please?" He begs.

"Harry.. I'd rather not."

He gets up abruptly. "Fine," he says under his breath as he walks out.

I follow him. "Why are you being like this?" I ask. He's so different lately, not like the Harry I used to know.

"what?" He retorts. Sass much?

"You're... You're being different." I say softly. I don't want to fight, I can't handle a fight. Not now.

"I'm being different?!" He shouts. "I just want to go out, for ONE NIGHT with you."

"Harry, I'm not ready." Tears start to form in my eyes.

"Well I'm done waiting!" He shouts, and I cringe at his words as the tears spill over my eyelids.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, Everything crumbling inside me.

"Isabelle, you're the one who won't get out of bed to come down for dinner. You're the one who won't come to school, and you won't even leave the fucking house!"

Anger boils through me, temporarily erasing my sadness. "My mom died, Harry. I'm sorry that I can't do anything right. I don't know what to do anymore." my voice cracks, and I can see in his face he regrets everything he said. But he still said it...

"Isabelle..." He starts, but I cut him off.

"Don't, Harry. Just don't," I say sniffling my tears away as I slam the door in my room.

I hear him huff before heading downstairs, and the rest of my tears stream down my cheeks.

I've successfully managed to lose everybody I care about.

Notes

Hi everyone! Sorry for the jumping around so much in this update, I just wanted to get it up ASAP so I didn't edit it.

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