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Harry

I searched the smoke filled rooms for her and Louis, but they were nowhere to be found. It was a god given gift that Louis even showed up to a frat party, and if he never comes again, I will never see Isabella again.

I chugged down my second drink before throwing the cup in the trash, many people were giving me weird looks because of my fast pace and determind face. (A/N Holy crap that rhymed I should get an award)

I really wish she was here with me right now, talking about herself, just so I could get to know her. But it's so far out, she's with Louis and Louis is happy with her.

But is she happy with him?

I sighed deeply as I sat down on the couch. I have no idea why I am still even in this damn party, it's making me feel worse about Isabella. Her smiling face appeared in my head once again, and I shut my eyes tightly trying to get rid of her face. When I opened them a frantic Louis was in front of me. I felt my eyebrows scrunch up as I tried to focus on his voice, but my mind was running over too many thoughts at one time.

"Harry! Are you fucking paying attention!" Louis voice boomed. My eyes widened as I started to register everything.

"I have no fucking idea where she is!" Louis' head looked everywhere. My heart was beating erratically. Any of these damn fuckers could've tooken her and drugged her. The thought of her being raped made my heart shatter into pieces.

"Louis calm down, I'll find her okay?" I said in a soothing voice, I had to be the calm one in this situation, otherwise we are not going to get anything done. I kept searching every room, and everytime her face didn't show my heart sank further. My hand reached the knob of the last door, and I swung it open.

Empty.

"Shit!" I said, frantically running a hand through my disheveled hair. My long legs took me down the stairs, my eyes searched everywhere until they met a familiar pair of brown ones.

"Where is she!" I yelled, pushing Zayn to the ground. "What the actual fuck man, have you gone insane?" He yelled back, picking himself up.

"I know you have Isabella." Her name felt like chocolate on my tongue, so sweet, so smooth. I couldn't fight the small smile that creeped on my face when I imagined her face.

"Who the fuck is Isabella?" Zayn was confused, Louis started running towards us with an angry face. "It wasn't Zayn! Whoever might've taken her left this damn party!" He said, his hands were shaking out of pure fear for her.

"I need to get some air." I shook my head, walking out into the backyard. The smell of grass filled my nostrils. I was calm and relaxed until a small figure in the corner caught my eye.

I walked slowly over to whoever it was, and reached down. The brown hair caught my eye, and I finally figured it out.

"Isabella?" My voice was barely a whisper. She quickly turned around and smiled. "Isabella, we were looking all over for you! Louis and I thought you were raped or something." I said in relief. She eyed me carefully before looking out into the sky once again. The backyard was on this cliff, where you had a clear view of the city and the stars. If this wasn't a frat house, I could probably say that this house is beautiful. 

 "Tell me about youself." Her voice blurted out of nowhere, interrupting the silence all around us. "What?" I said caught off guard, nobody ever wanted to know about me. "Tell me about yourself, please." She said again, in a pleading tone.

"Well, my full name is Harry Edward Styles." I sighed, laying down next to her, trying to think of some more things to say. "And I guess that's it." 

"What? There's so much more to you, I know it." She smiled slyly. "No, not really." I chuckled a bit, watching a bigger smile on her face form. It warmed my heart, really.

"I can see it in your eyes. Like, they twinkle with excitement and ambition. You have so much in you Styles, so tell me about it." She said, her eyes scanning every detail of my face as I did the same. I was afraid that she will slip away from me, so I took a mental picture of her face in the moonlight. The way her eyes sparkled because of the stars, and filed it in my brain for any future refrences.

"I play guitar." I shrugged, feeling grass climb up my arms. "Yes! That's it! You can sing! Sing for me Styles!" She said, clapping her hands. I was a bit confused at what she said. "How do you know I can sing?" I smiled.

"The minute someone plays guitar, they want to sing. That's exactly what happened to Louis." She smiled a little at the memory. The simple gesture made my whole mood shift to sadness.

"Really?" I croaked out. She nodded before turning to the stars again. "Well," I sighed, getting up from the grass, "It was really nice to speak to you, but you need to go inside, Louis is waiting." I gave her a small smile and nod.

"Thank you Styles." She smirked a little.

"Your welcome Isabella." I said proudly, she rolled her eyes playfully as she confidently walked away into the house.

"Goodbye Isabella." I whispered under my breath once more, before walking into the house and out the front door.

(A/N: Yay I updated woop de woop. Can isabella and harry have babies already, I mean did you see that magical handshake in the first chapter. ??)