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Guilty Pleasures

[ something like make-believe ☼Part 1☼ ]


[ something like make-believe ]



☼ Part 1 ☼

Isabella. Only ten years old, yet she swears she knows enough about life to make it. Her mother didn't live long enough to see it, but her father should has witnessed a great amount of wonders. From her first cry, to her very first dance recital, to her tee-ball games. Every moment in her young life so far, he's been there for her. She never realized how lucky she was to have a good caring father, until she met this one kid.

It was the middle of October, she was only a few months into her year in the fifth grade when a new child came to her elementary school.

"Everyone, this is our new student, Harry." Mrs. Jones introduced the boy with the bright green eyes and the chestnut colored hair, but anyone could see that he was beyond nervous. None of the children spoke, but Isabella's attention was captured quickly.

"Here, sweetheart, you can sit right here." Mrs. Jones shut the door and lead the boy over to the table where Isabella had been sitting all year, along with another little boy. Mrs. Jones pulled the chair out for him and he carefully sat down, placing his bag on top of the table in front of him.

"Let me give everyone their worksheets and I will help you get things situated, dear." She tells him as she walks to the front of the class and begins passing out the assignment.
Isabella's eyes trailed over to the boy sitting beside her, all she could think about was where did he come from? Her hands rest in her lap as she watches him take out his notebook and a pencil. She squints her eyes slightly in curiosity as he flipped to a blank page and began to draw what seemed to be nothing in particular.

"Isabella." Mrs. Jones's voice pulled her eyes away from the boy and she looked up, gazing at her teacher. "Will you help Harry? Show him how to start things off?" Mrs. Jones requests with an encouraging smile as she sat the papers in front of each of them.

"Yes ma'am." Isabella smiles in return as she picks up her pencil and quickly jots her name down on the page, knowing that Mrs. Jones would get irritated if she turned it in without a name on it. After doing so, she drops her pencil and turns in her chair to face Harry, who was occupying himself already.

"Hi." Isabella spoke boldly, usually she wasn't the one to make conversation with someone she didn't know, but her father told her that it was a good thing to make friends. Harry's head turned in her direction and he immediately felt his cheeks heat up. Was someone really taking their time to talk to him?

"Um.. hi." He said in return, just a slight smile on his lips. Isabella's eyebrows jolted up as she heard the weird twist his voice held, an accent. He noticed her sudden discomfort and he looked back at his notebook, trying to ignore it all.

"You talk funny." She blurts out, a giggle leaving her mouth in addition. She was unaware that he was from a place foreign to her, she didn't really know what an accent was. Harry takes in the wrong way and he harshly furrows his brows as he looks over at the girl again.

"You talk funny." He repeated, a frown sticking on his face now. Isabella's grin faded as well and she cocked her head to the side, confused on why he was being rude all of a sudden. Before she could speak, Mrs. Jones said something to the class.

"Everyone get started. I will pass out the second page in a few minutes. It's for a grade, so do your best. Each table can work together." She gave them the instructions and then headed to her desk, where she took a seat and began grading papers from the previous day.

Once a few students had began talking amongst each other and the room wasn't silent, Isabella decided to continue the short-lived conversation she was having with Harry, in which she was unsure if she liked him or not. She chooses to give it more time because at the moment she wasn't enjoying his attitude.

"No. You don't sound like everybody else." Isabella retorted, clearly against what Harry had threw back at her moments ago. The boy looks back at her and gives her an eye roll. Something had upset him and she just didn't know what it was.

"You're mean." He simply mumbles as he grabs his pen and starts to work on the math sheet. Isabella gasps at his words, she was certainly not mean. She probably doesn't have a mean bone in her whole body! How could he just come here, sit at her table and insult her! He doesn't even know her.

"I am not." She protests, defending herself entirely. Harry scoffs at her words, obviously he disagrees with her on that one. He sits his pen down and turns his head back in her direction, his eyes sliding over her shocked features.

"You told me I talk funny." He brought it up just incase she had forgotten, because apparently she had. Bella throws her hands in the air, quite dramatic if you had to ask him. He sighs as he rests his back against the chair, folding his arms on his chest.

"I.. I wasn't tryin' to be mean." She practically whispers this to herself. Despite him hearing her perfectly fine, he doesn't respond in any way. "I actually like how you talk." She huffs lightly as she turns away from him and begins working on the sheet, consulting the boy on the other side of her.

Harry picked up on her words and immediately felt bad for being rather rude to the girl who's name he didn't catch. He remembers what his sister told him about meeting new people and how things were going to be different over here, this reminder makes him reach over and tap the little girl's shoulder.

She snaps her head quickly, her hair flying behind her. "What?" She coldly asks with narrowed eyes and straight lips. Harry swallows, trying to clear his throat before speaking to her. In the process, he saw how pretty her eyes are. The color, he had never seen such a beautiful shade of blue before. He didn't even know something that pretty could be real - referring to both her eyes and her.

"What's your name?" He asks, pushing the previous anger aside for now. Her lips loosen and she lightly smiles at him, "Isabella." She told him. He nods to her while watching the girl start to doddle little flowers at the bottom of her paper. Harry admired the way she drew carelessly, without even thinking about it. They were good flowers, for a ten year old.

"Is-isabella." Harry said her name nervously, hoping not to upset the girl by distracting her from her drawing. Her eyes meet his once more, only making him ponder the color even more. "Yes?" She asks, a small curve coming to the corner of her mouth.

"Do people call you Bella?" Harry asks eagerly. She gave him a weird look at first, she had never heard anyone call her that and she knows she's never referred to herself as that name. With a sudden burst of courage, she displays a smile to him, shaking her head lightly from left to right.

"No.. but you can."

☼ ☼ ☼

During recess that very same day, she quickly realized that everyone was involved in some sort of game - well, everyone but Harry. She watched for a while as she held one end of the rope and swung it around, her focus entirely on the lonely boy sitting under a tree in the corner of the playground.

"Isabella! Sophie! Faster!" The girl jumping in the middle yelled out with joy, proud that she had gotten so far and hadn't tripped yet. Isabella done as she requested and began to speed up her swings - a stare heavily remaining on the boy.

"Isabella? What're you lookin' at?" Sophia asks from the other end of the rope, confusion swept over her face. The young girl slowed down her arm's pace and eventually stopped entirely. "Isabella?" Sophie repeated after the girl had gone stiff on them. Without a word leaving her mouth, she drops the end of the rope and walks away from the girls and straight to the little boy under the tree.

Despite the calls from her friends behind her, she doesn't stop walking. Harry must have heard her shuffling through the grass, because he looked up from his lap to see who was coming towards him. He was actually surprised that it was the little girl he had been sitting with in class. Yet, at the same time, he was also glad it was her. The fear of being picked on by the other boys has been haunting him all day long. This girl didn't seem to be the rude type.
"Hi, Harry!" She cheerfully said, trying to brighten his evident gloomy mood. He swallows, an attempt to clear his throat but it didn't work properly. He repeated the action, then parted his lips to speak to her, "Hi.. Bella." She gladly makes herself welcome by sitting across from him on the cool grass, crisscrossing her legs. She passes a smile to him in which he returns, then it grows silent among them.

Isabella never imagined she'd be so intrigued by the new kid at school - but here she is unable to ignore his presence and the thought in her mind. He has moved here from God knows where -she certainly had no clue about his previous location - and he has no friends. Someone has to be nice to him, well she doesn't have to. The thing is though, she really wants to be his friend.

Her eyes follow the movements of his body as he picks up the notebook from the ground and opens it to the page it was on earlier, where he began his drawing of what appears to be a flower or some sort - she wasn't exactly sure what it was though.

"What are you having for dinner?" She blurted out suddenly, not really sure what encouraged her to ask him that. Perhaps just the lack of conversation, or the curiosity of knowing. Harry gives her a shrug, and a small shake of his head - indicating that he didn't know what was for dinner tonight.

"I'm having homemade pizza." Isabella sighs after a moment of painful silence. Harry nodded slowly, as if telling her that was cool and all. She sat there for a couple of seconds, not sure on what to say or how to say it. He glances up through his lashes just to see the girl with a soft half smile, staring down at her hands as she awaited his answer.

He quickly came to his senses and realized that she is only trying to be his friend, which is something he badly needs right now. He decided to speak to her, what's the worst that could happen? "I dunno.. probably a sandwich." Harry eventually said in a light voice, there was no need to be loud when they are a foot apart.

Isabella furrowed her eyebrows lightly, but Harry didn't catch her reaction. "I never have those. For lunch I do, though. I always have big dinners. Sometimes it's way too much." She lets a laugh slide from her mouth as she rambled for a minute. Harry felt a smile tug on his lips as he lifted his head to observe the girl's face. That's when he noticed the dimples on her face, but they aren't like his - not in the same place on her cheeks and not as deep. He saw that her dimples are just small space away from the corners of her mouth, and they're subtle. A person passing her wouldn't notice, but he certainly did.

"I bet your mom cooks amazing meals." Harry said with a lift of his brows. She snaps her head up, not expecting him to mention anything like that. She is quick to see that she can't be mad at this new friend for saying something along those lines - he was not aware of her situation, he didn't probably didn't intend to make her upset.

Harry saw the way she tensed up at the word and he suddenly thought that maybe he was tapped the wrong nerve. Before he could ponder any further, the young girl across from him validated his silent assumption. "My.. my mom's.. not alive." Isabella spoke softly to him, her eyes lingering on his. She witnessed the way his features softened as her sentence filled the air. "Oh.. I.. I'm sorry." He said gently, not wanting to upset her any further. She wasn't shedding tears, but he can clearly tell she's not happy at all.

She presented him with a soft, barely there smile - it was all she could muster at the moment. They stayed quiet for a few moments, the only noise was the sound of playing children surrounding them. Harry took a deep inhale, which didn't go unnoticed by her. She watches him closely as he parted his lips slowly, seeming afraid at first.

"Mine's not either."


Notes

☼inspired by 5SOS's Long Way Home
☼something a tad different... :) feedback on this idea?
☼excuse errors we will fix them later!
☼message us if you have any ideas or questions!
☼more updates to come!

Comments

Harry

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
6/5/18

"Dr. Hardy" You have no idea what that last name did to me, it made me think of the actor Tom Hardy and now he is the face of Dr. Hardy to me

I love this so much <3 please update lets ruin the friendship and the other one with Harry in the hospital that I'm having a mind blank on the name of..

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
5/15/18

@Allie Miller
Thank you so much darling!!!! xxxx

brianna.smith brianna.smith
5/15/18

GIRLS!!!! you guys are fantastic!!! love it!!! xoxo

Allie Miller Allie Miller
5/14/18