We arrived at the party and there were tons and tons of people. Including Harrys ex, Taylor swift. Who had obviously came to see Harry.
"Hi Harry!" Taylor said putting her finger on Harrys shoulder. Before Harry could speak I spoke.
"Hello, Im Harrys girlfriend, Issy." I said holding my hand out. From the corner of my eye I could see Harry smiling.
"Ya, I know." she remarked with a gross look on her face. "Is there a problem?"
"Come on, Issy." Harry tried pulling me away.
"No!" I jerked away from him.
I tackled her to the ground throwing a few punches at her before Harry could pull me off. He dragged me to the side calming me down.
"Damn babe!!" He laughed. "Im going to go to the restroom real quick." on the way there Zayn stopped me. "Hey Issy, you want a drink?." I normally dont drink, and Harry didnt want me to, but I did. "Sure! Thanks!" I said.
I whiped my smeared mascara and eyeliner off of my eyes and walked out to go find Harry. I turned the corner and saw Taylor by the bar. She glanced over and saw me, then pressed her lips on Harrys.
Tears began to well up in my eyes, I knew it wasnt his fault. Harry pushed her away and saw Taylor look behind him and giggle.
"ISSY." I chugged the rest of the drink I had, and found the closest door to run out of. I started to run down the side walk, I had no idea where I was or where I was going to go.
"Issy, please stop!" Harry yelled. "NO." I ran a little more and found the nearest building to slide down. I put my head in my knees,
"Issy, it wasnt me, im so sorry. I love you"
"I know, it wasnt your fault, I love you too but, Why the fuck were you talking to her though!
I thought for a little bit then realized I was being a bitch to him.
"I am just overwelmed with all the things that have happened today, I didnt mean to be like that, im sorry. I need a drink."
"Its okay, I understood. lets go inside and have fun, Niall made her leave."
"Okay." I nodded my head and whiped my eyes. Harry kissed my cheek. "It will stop, trust me." we began to walk down the side walk back to the party, Harrys hand in mine. We got inside, and Harry ordered me another drink.
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harrys pov:
I feel like this is my fault, everything. I thought this would all stop, she would get better, get stronger. Atleast she stood up for herself. It will get better, Ill make it better for her but I dont know how. I hate to watch her get hurt by my problems and fame. The day off tomorrow would let her rest and recooperate after tonight. Ill find some way to make it up to her.
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"Harry!" I heard someone scream across the bar, oh god. Its Issy, she never drinks like this. What the fuck have I done.
"That dude just told me he wanted to take me home with him, Harry!" she giggled, about to fall down. "Who!" She pointed to a dude that had to be twice her age.
"What the fuck did you say to my girlfriend? You fucking pervert"
"What are you going to do about it."
"I would shut the fuck up before I come over there and kick your god damn ass or would you like me to call the police and tell them that you were hitting on my 21 year old girlfriend while your 60 fucking years old. Do you want to be in jail for the rest of your life? Dont fucking talk to her again, got it?" (I lied about her age because even though this was an after party for One Direction, it was still a bar and we were all still underage.)
