Strip - Harry Styles [A.U]

Chapter 35.

ISABELLE

"You did what?!"

Peter turned up at my flat in the early hours of the morning, waking me up for no reason but annoy me.

He, of course, asked about me and Harry because he just loves to gossip. And apparently thinks we're meant for each other. Yea far from it. Anyway, I told about what happened a week ago. Yes its been a week since I've seen Harry and I'm fine. Maybe a bit more bored but I'm fine. Here I sat in my living room, staring blankly at the TV. All I wanted to do was sleep but with Peter here, it wasn't happening anytime soon.

"I'm not repeating myself, again." I rolled my eyes.

"I cant believe you did that."

"ME?!" I looked at him with wide eyes, now having all my attention on him and not the TV. "I cant believe he tried to pressure me into something because he doesn't like the job I do now which shouldn't matter to him anyway."

"All he was doing was stating the truth and trying to help you."

"What so you think the same as him? And I don't need help." I crossed my arms in front of my chest, like a child having a tantrum.

"You're acting like such a child right now." Peter rolled his eyes at me making me pout more at him. "All I'm saying is, Harry's right-"

"This isn't what I want to hear."

"Just shut up for once and listen to me." When I didn't interrupt again he nodded and continued his speech. "Harry's right about being a stripper, how it wont last forever. I know I've always told you to fuck what people say and live in the moment because that's who you've always been but maybe Harry's right. We're growing up and fast and you cant be a stripper forever. Maybe he didn't mean now, maybe in like ten years or something. Just, his just trying to look out for you. Making sure you have a job and money to live with when being a stripper isn't possible anymore. Maybe thinking about another job and one like art, which you're amazing at, isn't a bad idea." Peter sat down next to me, putting his hands in mine and squeezing them. "Your parents would want what's best for you. They wouldn't want you to struggle in life and maybe Harry doesn't ether."

Tears came to my eyes as soon as Peter said something about my parents.

"But why? Why does he care? He shouldn't need too. I'm not-I don't need him to."

"I know you haven't let someone in for a while and I know its strange that someone else apart from me cares about you but this isn't a bad thing ether. I know you're not use to it but don't push him away." Peter looked into my eyes with so much emotion that I just couldn't handle it, tears spilled down my cheeks.

Peter didn't say anything when he saw the tears spill, all he did was pull me into a tight hug. Something I needed.

"Have you ever read Harry's book?" Peter asked after a few moments of silence.

I pulled away from the hug and looked at him confused. "No, why?"

"I don't know, you said some hateful things about his love of writing and his job but you've never read it." Peter shrugged. "Maybe its that good, its hard to do another, you know what I mean?"

I nodded because I did. Some books are so good that you what the author to do another but then at the same time you don't because you don't know if that books going to be as good as the first. It's a hard thing to do, especially when you'll be judged by the world. Peter was right but I just never used my brain to think of it. Maybe I should read it. Maybe it'll tell me a bit more about Harry Styles himself.

HARRY

A week.

A week since I've seen Isabelle.