Harry styles, Isabel May and Luka Wilde are all individuals who have different motives as to why they kill people. One's trying to please others, another for revenge and one for loyalty.
Harry Styles is attempting to take down his legacy while Isab...
"I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met Oh, take me back to the night we met"
*TW* Vomit and Over dose mentions*
Chapter 49 Harry's POV
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"Isabel? Are you in there?" the anticipation of finding her is wearing my patience thin. I knock on the door once again, trying to compensate for her privacy but there is a sickening gut wrenching feeling that's telling me to just burst through the barricade already.
With one final knock I slowly draw the bathroom door open. I swear my heart stops beating, every single oxygen molecule has evaporated from the air, I can't breathe. I can physically feel my skin paling as a cold sweat breaks out throughout my body and that's when my ears start ringing.
"ISABEL!"
3 hours earlier...
As I was taking out my journal to write todays entry word, I knew exactly what I was going to write...
Tacenda.
It's a Latin word that means things that are not to be spoken about or things that are better left unsaid.
It's her. She's the very definition of Tacenda.
She's everywhere, invading every aspect of my life and I can't seem to want to get rid of her. She's making me feel things, causing me to become distracted from anything that's not about or for her.
It's selfish really, I'm sure she knows how badly she's affecting me, she just chooses to not do anything about it.
I would say it's just sexual tension that's been edged to the extreme, but we've done stuff together, we've had sex so it can't be that.
Luka would think I'm crazy for feeling something close to what I can only define as affection for her after everything that him and Jack have been through because of her and that's another reason why I wrote this word for today.
Tacenda, I can't say how I'm feeling, I can't voice my thoughts and bounce around theories about why I'm feeling this way, not with Luka and certainly not with Isabel.
This is fucking stupid.
I just want to go back to treating everyone like shit without having to consider the consequences.
I just want my life back Isabel!
Closing my journal with the fresh ink has a brief calming effect on me. The words are written down, sure it's not an actual conversation but it's close enough for the time being.
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