fostered {h.s}

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harry's pov

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is when I'll fucking kill him.

It was 10 o'clock right now and the movie had just ending, making Robin and Anne go to bed and Gemma went upstairs as well.

Leaving Isabelle and I down here in complete silence.

"I noticed you went outside with Gem. What was that all about?"

Ive played this card many times before. The clueless card. As if I don't have a clue, when in reality I know all the clues.

Well, I at least know in this scenario.

"Nothing, Harry." She answered and peeled the blanket off of both of us as she got up to put the popcorn bowl in the sink.

"You sure you don't want to talk?" I pried once again, knowing I'm pushing her buttons.

"Yeah. There's nothing I want to talk about. Why? Should there be something?" She questioned and I quickly shook my head.

We went upstairs a few minutes later and got ready for bed. Izzy took the bathroom first and I sat down on the bottom bed, running my fingers through my hair.

I jumped in surprise when I felt cold hands slide over my hands and take them from my head. I looked up and saw Izzy standing in front of me.

"What's up with you? Why are you so stressed?"

"Why didn't you just tell me what Derrick did to you?" I asked her quietly, my voice cracking at the last few words. The house was so quiet, you could hear a single pin drop. She looked up to me and smiled.

Why is she smiling?

"It's nothing. Promise. Have I ever li-"

"Stop it! This isn't a joke and you know it. You're just denying everything because you're scared of what I'm gonna do."

She rolls her eyes and starts to walk back over to the dresser but I grab her wrist and pull her back to sit down on the bed next to me.

"You're not doing this. Stop pretending like it's not hurting you!" I raised my voice and she glanced around the room looking anywhere but into my eyes.

"Okay! I didn't tell you because of this exact reason! You're prying into my issues." She spoke and fought off the grip I had on her wrists. "I'm so weak that I can't even tell the story without..crying." She exclaims and I grabbed her hands once again.

"No, Belle. You're so far from weak. You don't have to tell me. B-because I already know. I overheard you and Gem." I murmured and held my grip on her hands.

What surprised me the most was she didn't lash out and pull away from me.

"You mean to say that you walked outside and hid so we wouldn't see you. That's called eavesdropping. Pick up a dictionary, fatass."

"I cant believe him. You need to tell Quinn. Or at least convince her that-"

I was cut off when Isabelle huffed loudly and lates down across the bed, her back resting over my lap.

"Can you just shut up and let's sleep." Izzy mumbled and closed her eyes. "Can you get my makeup remover wipes? I forgot to take my makeup off."

I groaned playfully but got up and opened the cabinets that were under the sink. I rummaged through her side of the compartment and grabbed her makeup remover wipes, walking back into our room.

"Take my makeup off for me. Please, Hazza!" She whined like a seven year old. I made a wave with my hands, motioning her to scoot over which she complied and scooted to the wall, still laying down. I sat next to her and started taking off her makeup, starting with taking off her fake lashes.

"I love taking these off. They're almost like slime videos." I rasped through my tired voice and she lazily giggled.

"Whatever you say. Carry on. I have shit to do early tomorrow."

I took a wipe out of the packet and started wiping off her makeup.

"Now. Tell me a bedtime story." She joked and laughed. I scooted further down and rested my head on the other side of her pillow.

She soon swung her leg over my hip and snuggled into my side, dosing odd into sleep leaving me trapped in her bed.

What are we doing?

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It was the morning when I woke up in a complete different position then when I fell asleep.

Both of my arms were wrapped around her waist and I was now laying on my side. Her head was resting on my chest and my chin was resting on top of her head.

Completely weirded out, I very smoothly untangled myself from her and started getting ready for the day that was to come.

After Isabelle got up and was finished getting ready for practice, we were on our way to school.

"So if I hear you got into a fight with him I will n-"

"Let's not talk about it. I won't do anything."

"Yeah sure and I have a gpa of 6.0" I mocked, basically accusing him of lying.

"Screw off, Belle." He laughed and I shrugged as we parked and walked into the school.

Entering the gym was definitely different. Harry had a hard look on his face, but maybe it was because people were staring at us.

Why are they staring?

I'm just remembering the dumbass deal we have. They think we're dating. We're too far apart and we both look pissed.

Pissed for different reasons-but pissed.

"I'll catch you later. Don't suck too much at practice." I said to him and he scoffed.

"K, don't hurt anyone."

He smiled and quickly pecked my forehead before walking into our locker rooms.

Walking into the locker rooms, I met Quinn.

"Hi, Izzy." She greeted, shyly and I grabbed her face, smooshing her cheeks together. I grinned at her and she returned the gesture, still with a smooshed face.

"Stop being weird. I still love you. I hate Derrick though. I cant lie and say I'm never going to tell you why, but I'm guessing Harry is going to let you know in a few minutes." I kept the grin but it wore off when I spoke again, "In fact, everyone will know. I'm not sure I'm ready for that. Just know that I held the truth because I wasn't ready..can I stop with this monologue that I rehearsed now?

She giggled and I let go of her face. Quinn nodded and we started getting ready for practice.

Coincidentally, right as I finished lacing my shoes and walked out into the gym, Harry's voice was heard throughout the gym and there was no going back after what was said.

"You think I wouldn't find out? You really think that she would have let your pûssy ass get away with it? Huh? Derrick answer me!" Harry yelled at him and shoved him roughly against the concrete wall.

I threw my hand over my mouth, shocked by his vulgar language. Harry has spoken like this, but never on school grounds and never this loud.

Harry's height towered over Derrick and as Derrick went to speak, Coach Hayes ran in and pulled Harry off of Derrick.

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authors note:

this chapter was easy to write because we love a drama filled chapter. one more chapter closer to them being together tho

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