Complications (One Direction/Harry Styles) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 27

Isla's P.O.V

"Can I know where we are going now?" I asked for almost the hundredth time already, and like all the other time I asked, Harry just shook his head firmly. I was getting so worked up about the mystery destination, and I don't even know why.

I had asked the other boys where we were going, and they all gave the same response, "Can't tell you. Secret." I had even asked the flight attendant, but apparently Harry had told them all not to tell me where we were going.

"Why aren't I allowed to know Harold?" I asked. He chuckled at my use of his name, and the tone of my voice. As I said before, this boy REALLY pisses me off.

"Because, what type of surprise date would it be if you knew where we are going?" He says. No matter how annoyed I am, I just can't stop myself from smiling. "Now I have said too much!" He yelled. I looked at him smiling at me.

"You haven't said enough, but all I need is to be with you." I said truthfully. His smile grew, his dimples reaching the max. I poked them and giggled, "I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." He said as I snuggled into his chest. He pulled a blanket from beside him and draped it over us both. I felt him kiss my head and hum lightly, just before I dozed off.

Harry's P.O.V

Isla had been asking and asking and asking where we were going, and I could see how frustrated she was getting. She had asked the boys, but they knew my plan. They knew I wanted to surprise her with a secret destination date when we get there.

When we got on, I asked all the attendants if they could not tell the girl I was sat by where we were going, no matter how much she begged. I told them all my plan and they agreed to go along with the plan.

"Why aren't I allowed to know Harold?" She asked. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. She was that annoyed, that she had to use my real name.

"Because, what type of surprise date would it be if you knew where we are going?" I say, tipping off a bit of the surprise. No matter how annoyed she is, she cannot help but smile at my comment. Finally! She looks like her again.

"Now I have said too much!" I yell playfully, looking and smiling at her. She is incredible, beautiful. She is just pure amazing.

"You haven't said enough, but all I need is to be with you." She admits, and I can't help but let myself beam, and she mimics my actions. Both of us just sit there, staring and smiling at each other. "I love you." She whispers so only I can hear.

"I love you too." I whisper back as she cuddles into my chest. I grab the blanket next to me and drap it over her body and my legs, I then wrap my arm around her waist. I kiss her head and start humming to 'Learn to love again' by Lawson. When I reach the chorus, I can't stop myself from singing.

"That you and I could learn to love again,

After all this time.

Maybe that is how I knew you were the one!

That you could still believe in me again,

After all our trials.

Maybe that is how I knew you were the one?"

The lyrics have so much meaning. Maybe Isla and I had never been together, but it doesn't mean that those lyrics don't have meaning. If you didn't know, I am Harry Styles. I am portrayed as a player by the paparazzi. Yet, she still trusts me, after everything she knows about my past, and reputation. And that is I how I know she is the one.

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Isla's P.O.V

I stir, and realize I'm in a different position as I fell asleep in. I'm curled into a small ball and my head is rested in someones lap. Due to my surroundings, I know it's Harry's lap, because we are still on the plane. My eyes aren't even open yet.