Isabelle's P.O.V

I climbed out of the car, Kate needing to find a parking space. Not bothering to pull up my hood and stop the rain from hitting my hair, I peered inside the car. “Thank you!” I shouted over the suddenly clap of thunder. She nodded, yelled something back that I couldn’t make out, and I slammed the door.

I ran my fingers through my soaking hair and bolted into the airport. I looked around wildly, trying to find Liam. There he was, finally, leaning against a bench. I called out to him and he saw me, his eyes widening, and then hurried over to me.

“Isabelle?” he asked, “What’s going on? Why did you need to meet me here?” I shook my head, “Liam, it’s a long story. All you need to know is that Harry’s somewhere in this building. I need to find him. Like, now.”

Liam nodded, but then stared around, “But how are you going to find him?” he asked worriedly, “This airport is huge.” I nodded, realising that he was right, and I put a hand to my forehead. “Um,” I said, thinking quickly, “Flights to Toronto. We need to check what gates they’re at. Harry should be there.”

Liam narrowed his eyes, “How do you know that?” I shrugged, “Long story, again,” I said, already beginning to walk. Liam hurried after me. “We need to get through security,” I muttered as we reached the metal detector gates. Liam nodded as we were stopped by officers. We were quickly inspected before the officers allowed us to pass. As soon as we walked through the detectors, I bolted for the desk that had all of the flight information.

“Hi,” I panted as I reached the desk. Liam appeared behind me a second later. We both gasped, but I managed to choke out, “Um, could you please—please tell me how many f-flights are leaving for Toronto, and their gates?”

The receptionist, a very pretty girl with black hair, cut into a pixie cut, and dark blue eyes stared at me sweetly. “Sure,” she replied gently, and she typed in a few words on her computer and scrolled down with her mouse.

Come on.

“We only have,” she paused, squinting at the computer screen, “One flight is leaving. It takes off at three fifteen. The gate is number 21.”

“Thanks,” I breathed, and then I was running again. Liam sprinted after me, and I called over my shoulder, “Look for Harry.” The airport was very crowded, people leaving for the New Year, and I pushed through the throng, muttering apologies as I went. I peered behind me for a second and saw Liam still on my heels. Good, I hadn’t wanted to lose him. I peered up at the numbers on the gates as we passed them.

15, 16, 17…

Come on, come on. Harry, please let me find you. Please let me run into your arms, shower you with kisses, and tell you how much I love you. Please, please, please Harry. I love you so, so much.

19, 20…21!

I stopped, a few people bumping into me, but I didn’t care. Liam appeared next to me and we made our way over to gate 21. I didn’t see Harry though. “Where is he?” I shrieked, running my fingers through my hair. A few people looked over at me with weird looks on their faces. I knew that I must’ve seemed crazy, but I needed my Harry.

“I don’t know,” Liam said, sucking in air between his teeth. A few more seconds passed when Liam suddenly pointed to something. “There! Over there! Wearing the black!” I peered at where he was pointing. About twenty feet away from us stood a tall boy in black clothing and Timberland boots. His back was to us, but I would recognize those curls anywhere. It was him.

“Harry!” I screamed, and I began running. He turned around, almost in slow motion, and my sprinting almost faltered. Even though he looked as if he’d been crying, he was still so handsome, still my Harry. As soon as he turned, I was close enough to jump, and I leapt into his arms. He stumbled back slightly but then found a hold.

“Harry,” I breathed into his neck, inhaling deeply and smelling that beautiful cinnamon scent, “Harry, I’m so sorry. It was my entire fault. I love you so much.” He was silent, rigid, his arms only around me as a reflex. But then I felt him tighten his hold around me as I secured my legs even more around his hips. He buried his face into my shoulder and sighed, “Isabelle. You’re here.”

“Of course I’m here Harry,” I whispered, pulling back. People were looking at us like we were crazy, even a few people gawking at us here and there. I saw a pair of young teenage girls who were bouncing on the balls of their feet as they realised who Harry was. “I’m here,” I said again, “And I love you so, so much. And I know you feel the same way, I really do.”

Harry opened his mouth to say something, probably an ‘I love you too’, but I cut him off by crushing our bodies even closer and kissing him passionately. I don’t think that I’d even been kissed or given a kiss that had so much meaning behind it. Harry was unresponsive for a moment before he began kissing me back, with just as much feeling. My hands came to tangle in his hair as he finally set me down and pulled back.

“Isabelle,” he murmured, “What happened? I thought you were leaving.” I giggled, “I never wanted to leave Harry. I was never going to leave. I love you.” He grinned at me and pressed his lips to mine again in a slow, meaningful kiss before pulling back an inch and saying, “I love you too.”

We both smiled like idiots. I couldn’t help but to feel…ecstatic, complete, on Cloud Nine. I couldn’t help it. Harry loved me. I loved him back. I didn’t care about what he’d said before, because I finally knew that he’d been evading the truth. I smiled up at him and kissed him again, the taste of his lips seeming so alluring. I felt as though I hadn’t felt his mouth on mine in forever.

“I love you,” I breathed, pulling him in for a hug. I buried my face in his chest as he yanked our bodies together, and he sighed, kissing the top of my head. “I love you too,” he said again, “I love you, I love you, and I love you.” I giggled into his jacket and suddenly, someone cleared their throat from behind us. I turned around, only to find Liam standing there, his hands behind his back, looking sheepish.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he told us, pursing his lips, “But we should get going. It’s only a matter of time before someone notices us, Harry.” I looked around and realised that Liam was wrong.

People had already noticed us. A certain type of people.

A moment later, all I saw was black. Camera flashes went off, people were yelling, and there was a lot of high-pitched screaming. Shit. Paparazzi and fans. Harry grabbed my hand reassuringly, and I smiled up at him, knowing that he’d keep me safe. Or so I’d thought.
It was only a moment later, and my hand was ripped from his. There was so much yelling. I began to breathe quickly, trying to calm my heart, but it was no use. So much screaming. What was going on again? Rainbow spots danced in front of my eyes. Another flash went off.

“Harry?” I called out, beginning to hyperventilate, “Harry?”

Screaming, yelling, shouting, crying out. That’s what I heard. Where was Harry? My hand felt cold, sweaty and clammy all at the same time. I raked my fingers through my damp hair, looking around wildly, but I was lost in the crowd dressed in black. “Where’s Isabelle?” I heard Harry bellow. “Harry!” I called out again, but I was too short to peer over the crowd. I screamed one last time, and then all I saw was black.

Harry’s P.O.V

I sat in the hospital waiting room, my head in my hands. Nurses and random people that were here to see loved ones bustled around me. Nobody had noticed me yet, thank God. I’d asked the nurses and doctors to put Isabelle into a private wing so that she wouldn’t get bombarded with fans.

Liam sat beside me, constantly trying to make me feel better. He’d noticed Isabelle on the floor at the airport and had called 911. Eventually, airport security managed to clear all the paparazzi out, and Liam had helped me carry Isabelle outside to the waiting ambulance. I’d wanted to get in with her, but one of the paramedics had held me back.

The rest of the boys were on their way. We’d called them immediately. I was thinking that
Liam had called them more to support me than to support Isabelle, which was only confirmed when he gazed at me like I was a kicked puppy. I should’ve known anyways. Isabelle never really knew the boys.

“Harry?” Liam asked timidly as we sat in the waiting room. He wasn’t wearing sunglasses, and usually, that would’ve worried me, but nobody here really recognized who we were, and I’d been extremely grateful for that. I kept my head down in my hands. Liam sighed, “Harry, you have to talk to me sooner or later.”

I didn’t want to talk though. Because of me, my girlfriend had ended up inside the hospital. What the fuck was that? What kind of boyfriend did that make me? I couldn’t even protect her against a few paps. I felt pathetic, and it took everything I had not to stand and punch a wall.

“Harry,” Liam said again, much more sternly, and I snapped up, snarling at him, “What Liam? What could you possibly want? To tell me how much of a failure I am? To tell me that Isabelle deserves better? Well, too bad, because I already know that! Just leave me the fuck alone!”

Liam recoiled as if I’d slapped him, and I suddenly felt guilty. Just because I felt like crap didn’t mean that I should treat everyone else around me like crap. My shoulders drooped as my anger seeped out of me, and I sighed, “I’m sorry Liam. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just tense.”

Liam nodded, but his eyes were still hard. His lips were pursed, but then his figure softened as he finally said quietly, “I understand. It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not,” I said tiredly, “I’m not mad at you, just at myself. I just can’t believe that I let that happen. She was there one moment, and gone the next. And then I finally find her, and she’s lying on the floor,” I broke off but took a deep breath and continued, “I was so scared Liam. I thought she was dead. I wanted to die.”

“It’s alright Harry,” Liam repeated, putting a hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure she’s fine. If anything, she was just a bit overwhelmed, that’s all.”

I laughed bitterly, “I can’t even protect my girlfriend from a bunch of paparazzi. It’s not like they’re exactly high on the danger scale.” Liam barked out a dry laugh, “Please Haz. You and I both know that that is the biggest piece of bullshit we’ve ever heard.” I chuckled along with him, but hollowly. Running my fingers through my hair, I wondered how Isabelle was doing. I hoped that she was alright. I really wanted to see her.

Suddenly there was the squeaking sound of footsteps, and three very breathless lads appeared from the doorway of the room. I tried to smile, but it turned out as a grimace. Liam patted the empty chair beside him. I looked around and noticed that the waiting room had started to thin out. There was only an old lady in the seat across from us, a man in a suit that kept on checking his watch every five minutes, and a couple who looked to be in their thirties.

Louis, Niall and Zayn each grabbed a chair and plopped down in front of us, pulling off their hoods and sunglasses and forming a circle. Zayn leaned in. “Is she alright?” he asked quietly. He had always been the quiet, serious one. I shrugged, “I don’t know yet,” I mumbled, and Louis patted my knee, “I’m sure she’s fine, Harry,” he said, nodding to amplify his point, “You’re just making a big deal out of things, as usual.”

I didn’t crack a smile, which was obviously the opposite of what Louis was hoping for, and he slumped back in his chair and sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. Niall sat silently, his only movement being his knee that was bouncing up and down frantically. Liam smirked,

“What’s wrong Nialler? Speechless for once?”

Niall shook his head and then growled, “Those damn paps. At first, I brushed it off, but now, they just—they just,” I stopped him, reaching out and putting a hand on his knee, stopping the bouncing. “I know Nialler,” I grumbled, “I know.”

“What happened?” Zayn asked quietly. I shook my head, “I don’t know. We were holding hands, and then we were basically attacked. I thought that I could hold onto her mate, I really did—” I broke off, running my fingers through my hair again, very stressed. If only I could’ve kept a hold on her. I could’ve held her, kept her safe in my arms. But I didn’t.

I failed.

The rest of my bandmates exchanged nervous looks. They were probably deciding how best to tell me to calm down without receiving a giant outburst. I pretended not to notice. Finally Louis opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, there was a female voice, calling from across the room, “Harry Styles?”

All of our heads whipped around simultaneously and my gaze landed on a short, stout woman with frizzy gray hair and a chubby face. She smiled warmly at me, something that I tried to return, but probably failed miserably.

She beckoned me with her hand, “Isabelle is awake. All she’s been asking for is you.”

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