What Lies Beneath

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YOOOOOO MY HOMIES!!!! LONG TIME NO SEEE! SO! A couple nights ago, I was laying in bed, scrolling around on my phone when I should have been sleeping... explains why I have bags under my eyes.. ANYWAY.. I happened upon Wattpad and was leisurely doing god knows what until I was on my profile. I decided to check how my stories were doing on the read/vote/comment scale and I see... WLB WITH 5,000 READS! DO YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND HOW FREAKING AWESOME AND SPECTACULAR AND JUST BRILLIANTLY SURPRISING THAT IS!! I NEVER THOUGH IN A BILLION YEARS THAT WHEN I FIRST STARTED POSTING THIS IT WOULD HAVE THIS HUGE OF A RESPONSE!! BECAUSE IT IS HUGE.. TO ME!! SO HUGE THAT I LITERALLY STARTED SPAZZING OUT IN MY BED WHEN I SAW IT!!

Soooo yeah. That's what happened when I saw how I reached 5K on this. I just want to thank EVERYONE out there who has taken time out of their lives to read this. I would like to BOW DOWN and thank everyone who has also commented and voted because it literally means the world to me.

Anywaysssss back to why I'm here in the first place. Here's the update that I promised. It is Saturday so it still counts as this week. PLUS I'm taking time out of studying for finals to update this.... yer welcome ;) LOVE YOU ALL!! And pleeeeeease don't forget to vote and comment!! :) <3

P.S - A picture of Niall's room is on the side mwhahaha (it's where I live!) (Yes, I live in Niall's room) (Sorry I didn't tell you all that before) (Don't make me feel guilty) (Ok now I'm feeling guilty) (... Laying on Niall's bed makes me feel better though ;P) (This is way to many parenthesis) (Whoops)

P.P.S. - Any supernatural fans out there? Cauuuuuse there may be a reference in here ;)

P.P.P.S - Sorry for such a long A/N!!!!! :3 ENJOY READING!!!

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~Isabelle~

I push all thoughts about the fluffy, chestnut haired, sepia eyed boy named Liam who happened to witness my breakdown, out of my head. I slam the door behind Harry, the loud noise echoing throughout the room. "Isabelle, what-" He begins.

"Sit down." I say, my voice full of fury as I point to the end of his bed. He walks over and does what I say. I drop my purse on the ground and walk to stand in front of him, except I can't stand still. The anger running through my veins makes me crave movement. So, I pace back and forth in front of him.

"Why?" I ask. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Right away, Harry understands what I'm talking about and bows his head in shame. "I-I was going to talk to you about it tonight."

"Violet comes home today," I begin, completely ignoring his statement. "And shows me a picture that is now worldwide news. She then proceeds to bring up article after article about us. Some are alright, obviously filled with lies but not hurtful." I rant. "Yet, others inform me that I'm a slut, whore, hoe, whichever word suits your fancy. They've all been used." I say. Harry's face fills with a mixture of surprise and disgust. "Oh, don't pretend like you didn't know Harry."

"I didn-"

"But I don't think you knew that I was a slut. Did you? I didn't. Not until the articles and magazines told me." I fume.

"Isabelle you're not a-"

"And you know what the cherry on top of this disaster of a sundae was? Jim Tomkins." I say, still pacing.