What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 10 - 'yeaн вreaтнιng ғιre.'

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WAZZUPPP MY HOMIESS? How are you all doing on this wonderful Christmas Day? I hope you all are doing FANTASTIC!! ;)

WELP! As a Christmas present... HERE IS AN UPDATE :) Chapter 10 of WLB!! I feel pretty proud of this chapter because it is the LONGEST I've written (15 pages in Word ;)) ANNNND I FINALLY REACHED DOUBLE DIGITS!! YES! ACCOMPLISHED!!

Sooooooo enjoy! Don't forget to VOTE AND COMMENT!! Alrighty, LOVE YOU MY HOMIES AND HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! <3

P.S. - Outfit on the side is Isabelle's :) <3

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~Isabelle~

"Babe. I know you wanna." Harry's husky voice says through the speaker of my phone as I towel dry my hair.

I sigh. But, Harry is right, I do want to. Yet on the other hand, I don't want to seem too eager or clingy. "I don't know Harry." I say.

"It's Friday! You shouldn't have anything to do." He teases.

"Ha, ha, so funny."

"Isabelle." He says. "Please."

I'm silent as I fight to remain strong.

"Isabelle, luv. Please."

His soft voice makes me shiver and my resolve crumbles. "Ok, ok. I'll come." I say.

"YES!" He shouts happily and I laugh.

"That excited to see me, huh?" I playfully tease.

"You know it." He replies and I can mentally see him winking at me. A wide grin spreads across my face.

"I'll see you later tonight then." I say.

"Seven o'clock." Harry reminds.

"Yup."

"My house." He continues.

I roll my eyes. "I heard it all the first time Harry." I say with a chuckle.

"Alright, bye babe." Harry says, his voice low and seductive.

I laugh. "Bye."

I hang up and place my phone in its dock. I then flop back onto my bed and sigh, my mind reeling. It had only been one day since Harry and I's date, not including today. Thursday was the only day I hadn't seen him and already he's asking me out again.

That should be a good thing right? Then why do I feel so hesitant? The darkness within me stirs, giving me my answer.

I don't want to be hurt... Again.

Yet, as I think of Harry; his handsome face and charming personality, I don't see him hurting me. All I see is him blocking the darkness. My lovely distraction.

I smile and feel a fluttery warmth in my stomach. I groan as I realize that what Violet told me last night is true.

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"Can we please stop talking about Harry in terms of One Direction please." I say, a bit annoyed as Violet and I lounge on her bed.

Her room is pretty much the opposite of mine. The walls are a faded, dark pink while the ceiling is white and the floor is a cream colored carpet. Her bed has pure white sheets with a light pink comforter while her pillows are hot pink and striped with cream. She also has two mahogany nightstands; both with lamps, a mahogany desk; her MacBook Pro nestled in its cluttered depths, and a mahogany vanity; her walk-in closet next to it.