What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 15 - 'wнen wιll тнιѕ end?'

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AYYYYYEEE! What is up amigos!? 

....Sorry I have random spanish moments... even if all of that wasn't really spanish. But maybe it isssss... and you just can't tell... ... ... ... 

Anywhoooo... Here is CHAPTER 15. I said I would update Saturday or Sunday SO I AM. (today is Sunday... in case you didn't know) So let's forget the fact that it is almost three thirty in the morning and technically Monday. Comprende? Good. MOVING ON! This is a reeeeeaaally important chapter (which is why it took FOREVER to update) so if ya have any questions, let me know in the comments :)

THIS IS DEDICATED TO: @swagswag1D Her comment on the last chapter called a certain someone out. Which a character just so happens to do in this current chapter. How did she know? IDK...I think she's psychic... (And if this is a little confusing sorry.. I just don't want to give anything away) (@swagswag1D you'll understand ;)... at least I hope ^_^)

SONG on the side is the theme song for this chap... very sad and melancholy I know, but well I think it fits.

BTW - '~~~~~' <--- that means that time has elapsed... just wanted to make that clear and put it out in the open :D

NOW ENJOY!! And ya know.. if ya like it... you should pretty please vote and comment... SO THAT I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL! I NEED TO KNOW! SERIOUSLY! YOU GUYS ARE MY LIFE...

Love you! :) <3 And sorry for such a long A/N! :3

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~Isabelle~

My lips tingle with warmth as Harry slowly pulls away; his forehead pressing against mine. "You're so beautiful." He whispers.

I smile, my tongue swiping across my bottom lip. His eyes catch the movement and they darken with lust. "You don't look too bad yourself." I tease, my hands tangling into his hair.

He smirks, his bright green spheres meeting mine. "Oh really? Cause I'm pretty sure I'm better looking than you."

I laugh, pulling away from him slightly. His arms tighten around my waist though, keeping me close. "Is that what you think Styles?" I ask, poking a finger at one of his dimples.

He moves his head, his teeth lightly grabbing ahold of my finger. "It's what I know." He mumbles and I chuckle.

His tongue slowly begins to circle my fingertip, the slick warmth eliciting all kinds of sinful fantasies. I snatch my hand away. "No teasing." I pout, releasing myself from his hold and spinning away.

"Isabelle." He calls and I turn, a bright smile displayed.

"What?" I ask, teeth biting at my lower lip playfully.

"You're not good enough."

I freeze, everything within me going numb. "What?" I mutter, not comprehending his words.

"You're not good enough for me." He says, his features the same as they were ten seconds ago, no hint of remorse or maliciousness.

"I-I-I don't understand." I say, my body shaking. What's going on? Why is he saying this?

He smiles. "You're. Not. Good. Enough." He says painfully slow, his deep British voice hammering the words to my core.

I feel my body collapse; the sound of the voice that was just making my pulse race with desire now releasing the darkness hidden in my soul.