Phases

III

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HARRY

It's been three months.

And there hasn't been one day where I didn't think about Isabella. She's honestly always on my mind.

I've been going to that frat house almost every day, hoping for her to turn up. I saw Louis there once, and when I asked him about her he replied with: She's sick mate.

Louis did say he was at that frat house almost everyday, but it didn't really seem like it.

Maybe today is my lucky day.

I took a sharp intake of air before barging into the frat house, there were few people chatting here and there, and a couple making out on the floor.

Before I got to the kitchen, a hand gripped my shoulder, spinning my body around. I was expecting Ryan's drunk face to greet mine, but instead I got my best friend's.

"Niall? Holy shit!" I breathed out, hugging him tightly. May seem a bit unmanly, but Niall and I have known each other since we were in diapers. So when everyone told me I missed out his goodbye party for college, I was really upset.

"Harry! Your actually out of that damn house of yours! Ya know, we all missed ya back home." He said pulling away from the hug, giving me a bright smile.

"I guess it was kind of hard for me, but I'm better now." I shrugged lightly. Louis did take, no snatch, something from me, but I have Isabella to focus on.

"So what are ya doing in a frat house? Thought you never liked these?" Confusion filled his eyes as he brought a red plastic cup to his lips, chugging the drink.

"I'm just looking for someone." I trailed off, letting my eyes wander around the house.

I quickly spotted a brunette that had the same exact figure as Isabella. My heart pounded in my chest, but it came to an abrupt stop when she turned around.

Not her.

"Damn." I whispered under my breath. I quickly averted my gaze to Niall when the girl realised I was staring at her.

"You like her?" He harshly whispered.

"What? I, wha-" My voice was soon cut off when a squeaky high pitched one came into the conversation.

"Harry, right?" She said, pushing Niall slightly, trying to get in front of me.

"No, I'm um, I'm Niall. That's Harry." I said pointing to Niall. His eyes widened as he processed my words, shaking his head quickly.

"Nah, I'm Niall. He's Harry, uh he's just nervous and yeah." He quickly said before walking away quickly. My heart pace quickened as the girl came closer.

"We should go somewhere private." She whispered, her nails trailing down my chest. I'll admit she's attractive, but nothing like Isabella.

"Or maybe we shouldn't." A feminine voice appeared from behind us. I quickly turned around, and my whole body became numb.

Isabella.

Isabella

I groaned in frustration as I tried to fit these really tight jeans on.

"Babe come on! We have to be there soon!" Louis complained, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm trying!" I felt like crying at the moment, Louis and I currently owned our own apartment, he never told me how he has so much money to pay for it, and I never really asked.