-Isabelle's POV-

I flinch away from Harry as he grabs my hand. I look up to see his gentle green eyes gazing into mine. How can they look so loving after he just punched someone? "Are you okay, love?" he asks in a tense voice.

"I'm fine," I say. I can tell he doesn't buy it considering I still have tears swimming in my eyes.

"Let's get you home."

"You're drunk, Harry."

"I only had one drink, I can drive."

"No, Harr--" I'm cut off as he swoops me off my feet, throws me over his shoulder and carries me out the door. "Put me down!" I yell, banging on him with my fists. I give up once my arms get weak and tired, my head still slightly fuzzy from the alcohol.

He helps me into his car and puts on my seatbelt. I lay back in the seat and pretend to fall asleep as he starts to car to avoid any conversation. I hope the tears still falling down my cheeks don't give me away.

I can tell we're on the freeway again when the car starts to speed up. He turns on the radio, leaving the volume low so he doesn't wake me.

Then, I hear him start to sing, and something blossoms up inside of me. I didn't know he could sing like that.

"Darling I will be loving you till we're seventy. And baby, my heart could still fall as hard at twenty three. I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe just the touch of a hand, well me I fall in love with you every single day, and I just wanna tell you I am..."

I drift of to sleep at the sound of his voice.

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-Harry's POV-

I can see her eyes close, but I can tell she's still awake; I can still see the silent tears running down her face.

All I want is to make them stop, and I know exactly what to do.

I turn on the radio, and one of my favourite Ed SHEERAN songs is playing. I start to him along, getting a feel for the tune, then I take a deep breath and start to sing softly along with the radio.

She's the third girl I've ever sang to. The first one was mum, of course, and the second was my older sister Gemma. I always used to sing whenever she was upset, and it made her smile. I miss her. She's been at University back in England for the past three years, and I only ever see her at Christmas and the odd weekend she flies home.

My mother and sister both tell me I have a talented voice, but I'm scared what the lads and everyone else will think of me if I sing infront of people. However, I do know that the lads have decent voices from all the Kareoke we used to do in seventh grade. Hell, we even tried to start a band, but the only place we could practice was at Louis' house, and his mom got mad at the racket we made.

I still remember the songs we used to sing

Once I finish the last note of the song, I look over at Isabelle. Her tears has stopped, although her cheeks are still red from crying. She still looks beautiful to me.

A warm feeling starts to spread through my stomach, knowing I was the one who stopped her tears.

I can tell she's fast asleep; her breathing is even, and she looks so... Peaceful.

I can't seem to tear my eyes away from her, and I almost miss the turn down our street.

I flex my hands on the steering wheel, and wince as the bloody cuts on my knuckles start to sting. I can feel my cheek swelling and I know I might have a black eye tomorrow. I can't go home like this, mum will know I got in a fight.. Again..

I shut my door as quiet as I can, doing my best not to wake the sleeping beauty in the passenger seat, and I walk around the car to see her eyes start to flutter open.

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-Isabelle's POV-

The slam of Harry's car door wakes me with a start. I open my eyes, and I look up to see Harry opening my door and helping me out. I don't think I'm drunk anymore, but since that was my first time having that much alcohol, I'm honestly not sure. The most I've had before this was a sip of my dad's beer at dinner, or an inch of champagne on New Year's Eve.

"Thank you, Harry," I say quietly. I'm still mad about how he's been acting the last few days, but I can tell he's genuinely being nice. His green eyes looks much softer than they did before.

"Of course, love," he says while he walks me to the door. "Will your mum be upset you're coming home so late?"

I start to panic, but my panic washes away when I realize my mother is out of town.

Then a dark feeling comes across me, and my palms start to sweat. I hate being alone, especially in the dark. I've been forced to sit through one to many horror movies to list all the possibilities of what could happen.

"She's in Paris for two weeks," I state. I build up my courage, and ask, "Harry, do.. I mean, would you mind staying with me for the night?"

He gives me a confused look.

"I... I just... I'm scared to be alone," I manage to get out.

His beautiful green eyes look up at me, the reflection of the moon glinting off of his emeral irises. He nods. "Of course I'll stay. All you had to do was ask."

I invite him inside and lead him straight to the kitchen. "Sit," I say, motioning to the counter. His split cheek is starting to bruise, and I notice him flexing his hand absent-mindedly. He got these wounds because of me, I think.

He hold up onto the counter, and his shirt slightly rides up to reveal his tanned skin of his abdomen beneath.

I quickly look away as I soak a soft cloth under the warm water. I wring it out, and start to gently dab at the wound on his cheek. He doesn't even flinch, though it looks painful to me.

His lips slightly part, and I can feel his eyes watching my every move with curiosity.

"Why are you staring at me?" I ask. "Enjoying the view?" I say with a wink, mocking him from a few days before.

He smiles, the dimples prominent on this cheeks, but winces in pain before it reaches his eyes. He lets out a small laugh. "No reason," he says as he looks away.

Once the blood has been washed away from his cheek, I give him an ice pack to bring down the swelling as I move onto this knuckles.

I bandage them quickly and put away the first aid kit. "I think you'll survive," I say with a smirk.

"Why thank you for your service, Dr. White," he jokes back.

How could this be the same boy who was so mean to me?

"Follow me," I say as I lead him upstairs. It's late, and we should probably get to sleep.

I show him the guest room, and whisper, "Thank you for staying with me."

He looks at me, and a serious expression crosses his face. "Anytime," he says, and I can tell he means it.

"Do you need anything?" I ask.

"No, I'm good," he replies as he removes his shirt and his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers. I peel my eyes away, hoping my stare wasn't too obvious. He crawls into bed and I turn out the light.

"Goodnight, Harry," I say softly.

"Goodnight, Isabelle." He replies.

I make my way to my room, quickly changing in to a tank top and my pajama shorts, my usual sleepwear. I leave my hair in its messy braided up do and crawl into bed right as the tears start to come back.

Soon, I can't help but let the sobs rack my body, muy mind contantly replaying the violent memories of tonight on a loop.

I hear the sound of footsteps the the hall. A moment later, I feel Harry's body climb into my bed under the covers. His strong arms wrap around my shaking frame, and I can feel the warn skin of his chest pressing into my back as he moves in closer.

He holds me tight, and then he starts to sing again, and I start to relax, my eyelids heavy.

"Oh I will carry you over fire and water for your love. And I will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough. When the night is coming down on you, we will find a way through the dark.."

His soothing voice is the last thing I hear before sleep overcomes me.

Notes

Hi guys! Here's another update for all of you lovely readers!

this chapter somehow feels a little bit shorter than the rest, but so I'll definitely make sure to add a little extra to the next one!

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