-Isabelle's POV-

When I arrive home, after a lonely walk of tears, my mother's car is already in the driveway. Since I am no longer going to be spending any time whatsoever with Harry (unless it's necessary for class and my grades depend on it) I decide to have a quick snack and then see what Noah is up to.

I find his house number is my mother's address book, and díal it in to the phone.

He picks up on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hey Noah, it's Isabelle."

"Oh hey! What's up?"

"I was just wondering what you're doing tonight?"

"I'm actually having a family thing, but I'm free tomorrow night if you wanna do something together?"

"Sure," I reply. "See you at school." I hang up the phone, slightly disappointed. How can I get my mind off of Harry?

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-Harry's POV- (earlier)

I press my body up against hers as, and I feel her back hit the locker, making a loud noise. Most of the people have left already, so we have a little while before the Janitor comes along. She giggles at the noise and locks her lips with mine again.

Her name is Amber. She's my "girlfriend," or at least that's what she says. Deep down I know I'm a free agent. I guess you could say it's an open relationship, considering the fact that we both cheat on eachother daily.

Besides, everything with Amber is emotionless. It's not passionate, there's no love, it's just.. Sex. .

But today, I'm just really not that into it.

"Kiss me back," she moans against my lips, but I don't listen. I've got other things on my mind.

Her lips leave mine only to reconnect with my jaw, and her tongue starts swirling down towards my neck, sweeping across my collarbone. Usually this turns me on big time and she knows it, but I can't stop thinking about... Isabelle.

"What did you just say?" She pulls away. "You just said a name."

Shit, that was out loud? Life just isn't going my way today. "Why are you talking about?" I say.

"A name, you said a name.. It sounded like.. Belle? Who's Belle?"

She won't let this go.

"I didn't say anything, Amber."

"Ugh, whatever. You're acting different lately. You didn't even call me last night.."

"I told you, I had things to do. Family party."

"A family party you couldn't invite me to?" God she is so annoying.

"You know what Amber? I don't think we should do this anymore."

"What? Harry don't be ridiculous. You know you need me."

"Actually, I really don't." She's been getting on my last nerve for a few weeks now, but I'm done letting her play with me whenever she wants.

I walk away, but she grabs my hand and I turn around, only to have her crash her lips against mine forcefully, sucking on my lower lip.

I push her off abruptly. "What the hell, Amber?"

That's when I see her. I catch the last glimpse of her before she turns around the corner. I hope she didn't see that. I'll have to give her a day or two to hate me before I swoop back in. I've never felt like this with anyone before, but I feel like I want to get to know her better. Actually know her.

I leave Amber standing there in the hall. I realize I can't even tell you one thing about her, other than the fact that her damn vagina is the size of the ocean after having slept with almost every single guy in our school. I couldn't even tell you her favourite colour.

I drive the long way home, hoping to clear my mind, which is hard when Isabelle's blue eyes keep coming back into my brain.

That night at the party was... Wow. I can't even describe it. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I'm pretty sure I just blew any chance of ever being with her. Not to mention my usual tactics for getting a new hook up went completely awry. For some reason, they're all attracted to assholes, so that's who I've turned into.

But Isabelle, she didn't put up with it for a second. She's different from the others. I... I think I... No, no I dont. I don't like her. I can't. I'm Harry Styles. I don't do girlfriends.

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-Isabelle's POV-

The next day at school went by fast. Other than ignoring Harry in English class, and eating with Eleanor and the girls at lunch at a separate table from Harry and the boys, nothing happened.

I get home fast than usual, and decide to get ready early. Since I don't know what me and Noah are doing, I throw on a dress. Once I do my hair and makeup, I walk over to Noah's house.

I walk up and knock on his door, and he opens the door. "Hey Isabelle!" he says, "Come on in. I just have to grab my coat."

I smile and walk in, noticing his house is just as nice as mine. Are all the houses in this neighbourhood this nice? When I ask, he says most of them are to my surprise.

"Ready to go?" he asks. I nod and we get in his car.

"So, where should we go?" he asks.

Damn. I have no clue. I don't really know where people hang out here, I barely can find the school! That gives me an idea. "Do you think you could show me around?" I ask.

"Yeah, of course!" he replies.

As we're driving away, I see Harry getting in his car. He stares at me and Noah, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two of us. I look away.

"You and Harry seem to be getting on well," he says sarcastically. He sounds... Jealous? "I'm serious, I stand by what I said earlier. You need to be careful around him."

"Why?" I challenge. This is the second warning he's givin me today, not to mention Eleanor's as well during first period.

"He's... He's dangerous Isabelle. Just be careful, okay?"

I don't ask for more details. I'm not sure I really want to know. I'm going to stay away from him, and that's that.

I do my best to keep Harry off my mind as Noah takes me all around Lakewood. I see the school, a few beaches, some parks, and we end up in the parking lot for a small café.

From what I can tell, Lakewood seems much different than Ontario, let alone the rest of America. There's no Starbucks or any big department stores, it's just an original little town. I love it.

"What can I get for you?" The barista asks when we enter this coffee shop.

"I'll have... A medium vanilla latte, with extra whipping cream."

"That'll be $4.05."

"Here, I'll cover it," Noah says and I smile gratefully. I grab my latte and we take a seat in the back of the café.

As I finish my coffee, I pull out my phone and check the time. 6:04.

"Oh, that reminds me! Can I get your number, so we can text eachother?" He asks shyly.

"Of course," I say, handing him my phone.

We exchange numbers, and he suggests catching a movie in the theatre down the road. I agree, and I send a quick text to my mother, letting her know where I am.

Once we get there, Noah buys two tickets, and we walk inside. It's a pretty small place, with only three theatres, a small arcade area and a concession.

"Do you want and popcorn or drinks for the movie?" He asks.

"No I'm alright, thanks though," I say. I don't want to cost him even more money.

There's three movies playing; a chick flick, an action movie and a horror. Since I'm a scaredy cat and can't even look at the cover for horror movies, (and I know Noah won't want to see the chick flick), we end up seeing the action movie.

As we're sitting down in the quiet theatre, there's only ten other people there. I guess in a small town on a Tuesday, that's all that shows up.

The movie starts, so I kick my feet up on the empty chair infront of me and relax. I guess now isn't the best time to tell Noah I'm not the biggest fan of movies, mainly because they're all sad. Every single one of them. I haven't seen a movie yet that doesn't make me tear up, if not bawl. All of them have some sort of sad plot twist, which I guess makes it interesting, but to me it's just plain sad. That's life, I guess.

Part way through, I start to feel Noah shifting uncomfortably beside me. In my peripheral vision, I see one of his arms moving up to the arm rest by my hand, and I move mine away. God, I hope he knows we're here as friends, and only friends.

I feel his phone start buzzing, and I silent thank whoever is calling. "I'll be right back," he whispers. "I have to take this."

He sneaks out of the theatre, leaving me to watch the movie.

I sit alone for what feels like an eternity, when finally he comes back in. Even though it's dark, I can still see his worried expression, and small tears glistening in his brown eyes.

"I have to go Isabelle, I'm so sorry," he whispers hurriedly. "It's really important. I'll text you tomorrow, okay?"

Before I can reply, he leans in and quickly kisses me on the cheek before jogging out of the theatre, earning him a bunch of 'Shhhs' from the people around us.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I know we're just friends, but I haven't been kissed like that, so sweetly on the cheek, since eighth grade with Chris Davidson (who cheated on my with Julia Parker, I found out a month later.)

I soon get bored of the movie, so I tiptoe out of the theatre, not sure what to do.

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry this chapter kinda sucked, I had it totally typed out and ready to go when my phone died and didn't save it! :( so the retyped version isn't as good, and I apologize.

Pleasd continue to keep reading thought! The next chapter will be somewhat a filler, but there will be a bit of small stuff happening to lead up to the next event in the story!

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