The Rich and Poor 》 l.t Book 1 ✅

Chapter Thirty-Four

-Isabella's POV-

The night was boring, even with Harry here. Don't me wrong I absolutely love Harry, in a friend way, and he is great company, but I just want to be with Louis. It's like, when I'm not with him I'm lonely. I need him to be with me. Yes I've been hurt by him, but that's nothing compared to the amount of hurt I've had for the last seventeen years of my life. Louis's always been there for me, he's came clean to cheating on me, more than once, which I don't particularly like, but what's done is done.

"What ya drawing?" Harry asked coming back from the toilet. He flopped on the bed and  tried looking at my book. "What is it?" he asked cheekily. I bit my lip  holding the book away from him so he couldn't see. 

"Louis..." I said. Harry's cheeky grin grew at the name. 

"Can I see?" he asked reaching for the book. I released the book and let Harry take it into his hands. He concentrated hard on the picture, analyzing it carefully. "This great" I smiled sheepishly, I've never received many compliments before meeting these people so it's nice to actually get one. 

"Maybe you could try drawing me?" Harry suggested. 

"I don't know" I teased him. "I don't think I have enough room to draw all your hair" he laughed loudly and I did too. 

"Ha ha"

"I can give it a go" I trailed off. 

I flipped to a new page and looked at Harry for a moment. He was smiling so much his eyes were squinted and his dimples popped. I looked back down at the book and put pencil to paper and started to draw. It was quick small lines to start off with, just to get the shape of his face right, then I was going over it to make it look more realistic. I drew his face next, capturing each flaw on it. Then I drew the hair. What I expected to be the hardest bit turned out to be not so hard. I will be honest, it wasn't my best work, but for a quick sketch I thought it looked good. 

"Um, it's not good. If I spent more time on it it'd look better" I rambled, but Harry seemed to perfectly fine with it. 

"You are amazing" Harry smiled at me. He handed back my book and I closed it. 

As we stared at each other, smiling, someone came through the front door. I was a little worried but when I heard Louis's voice I relaxed, but something seemed off about it. 

I heard footsteps and laughs, and not just of Louis, Bri was still with him. Harry looked at me, he looked confused, probably more than I did. 

The door opened and in came Bri and Louis. Drunk. Bri tripped over her own feet as she walked over to Harry and he ran to her side and picked her up bridal style.

"Hi Harry" Bri said loudly then giggled. 

"I think I might stay the night. Night Bella" Harry said and walked out of Louis's room carrying Bri to his room. 

I didn't smile or go up and greet Louis like I normally would. I was mad. He drunk at the party and now here he was drunk. 

"Hi Bella" he slurred a little. I ignored him. I wasn't in the mood for him tonight, not anymore anyway. "Oh c'mon baby. I'm back" he whined. I still ignored him. 

I got off the bed and took my book and placed it on his desk. I walked to his cupboard to find him some clothes so he could change but he had other ideas. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. He kissed me hard on the lips, I could taste alcohol and something sweet. Like, lipgloss? He cheated on me again.

I pulled away from him, but he continued to try and when I didn't let him he pushed me up against the wall. It did hurt, not as bad as I've had but it still hurt, and I wasn't looking forward to this at all.