Forever

twenty-three.

warning: this book is going in deep construction, every chapter will be changed so I advice you not to continue reading until I have finished editing. you have been warned. in the meantime, please do check out my other fanfic, Shattered. the more reads it gets, the more likely I'll update these chapters :)

Harry's POV

"Stop it," Isabelle giggled.

"No," I continued nibbling her ear.

"Please!" She pleaded.

I pulled away, "Or else what?" I smirked.

"Or else .." In a blink of an eye, the tables had turned. I was under her.

"Oh," I wickedly grinned, "So you want to play like that?"

She bit her lip, her cheeks beginning to turn scarlet.

I nuzzled my head in between her neck,

"Aw, you're so cute when you get shy," I kissed her neck, her skin immediately rising.

"Oh shut it," she rolled off me.

"I really liked you being on top of me," I winked.

"Harrrryy," she whined, still blushing.

I kissed her neck, and then he lips.

I stared into her beautiful caramel eyes, slightly nodding. She nodded back, still blushing.

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Skin to skin. That's how we laid.

Isabelle was perfectly drifted off into sleep, while I stared at her angelic state.

She was naturally beautifully.

I don't know where'd I be without her. To just think that this girl right here, right here next to me, would be the one I'm going to marry just made me feel lucky.

Lucky enough to have someone so inspiring and so lovable like her.

If only she knew how much the meant to me, how I admired her.

My phone began vibrating, ruining the moment.

"Shit," I mumbled.

I walked out of the room, and stood outside the door of the bedroom.

"What the fuck do you want? Its 8:30 in the damn morning." I growled into the phone.

"Ahh, yes. Pardon me, I just have to deliver a small message." Who was this? They were obviously American, not a hint of a British accent in their tone.

"Who's this?"

"Oh, just a close sweet friend of your darling," they chuckled.

"Listen here; if you're here to harass me, don't even try. Stop harassing Isabelle too. You fucking sicko better knock. it. off!"

"Ooo. Feisty. Just like how Isabelle is in bed." What. The. Actual. Fuck.

"Piss off you fucking -"

"Save it," the chuckled sinisterly. "If you don't break Isabelle's heart, something had will happen."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" I snarled.

"Oh, just watch and wait Mr. Styles. have a lovely day."

Isabelle's POV

"Listen here, if you're here to harass me, don't even try. Stop harassing Isabelle too. You fucking sicko better knock it off!" I heard Harry yell.