Murderous Lies

Chapter 02: -Worried About Harry-

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~XxLouis' P.O.VxX~

It's really painful to see my best friend crying, being hurt, and denying Isabelle is dead. I could tell he doesn't want to believe she's dead not even a little bit. Because if he did, it would be really hard for him to get over her death. Well it would be hard for all of us.

I know Marisa wouldn't get over it soon since Isa was like her sister. They've been through everything together. Through the good times and the bad times. Laughing in the middle of the summer. Crying on each other's shoulders, when something's is not good. No matter what, they've always had each other's back. Like true sisters would. For that, I can't imagine what Marisa is going through.

Niall was like the best friend ever to Isa. Helping her out with her problems. Cheering her up when she's down. Goofing around crazy with her. In simple words, he was everything to her. Trying his best to make Isabelle feel good. Niall really cared for Isa like if she was his own dear sister. Just like Isabelle cared for Niall.

Liam was like a dad to Isabelle. Giving her the advice she needed. Also helping her out with any problem she had. Making sure she was ok and not partying too much. He really felt like she was her own daughter. And Isabelle appreciated that from Liam. She did feel Liam was like her own father. Not the father that ditched her when she was young. But the father that always has her back no matter what.

Me and Zayn we're like the great friends that are always at her side. Even though Zayn was her old boyfriend, he was still one of her best friends. Giving her a hug when she's down. Laughing with her for a hilarious joke. Supporting her every step of the way. But also like the rest of the lads, never leaving her side even if she did something unforgivable. We we're always there for her and we will still be.

But with Harry, Harry will be the one who suffers the most. He has always loved her since the day he laid eyes on her. He has done all the things for Isabelle me, the lads, Marisa have done for Isabelle wrapped together and multiplied by 2. Out of all of us, he had the most support and love over Isabelle. He loved her with all his heart and soul. Cared for her as if he didn't she would ditch him. Helped her with all the advice he had inside of him. He just always made her happy. And for hearing Isa is dead, Harry will be massively devastated. Ready to end his life because without her he's nothing.

I quietly entered the hospital room still carrying Isabelle in my arms. I could tell why Harry had fallen in love with her the first time he saw her. She was absolutely beautiful. Silky dark brown hair. Magical forest green eyes. Light olive skin. In few words, stunning.

But I know it wasn't the looks that overcame Harry to deeply love her. Her personality was the personality that I thought didn't exist. She was never rude or mean to everyone. She was very caring, sweet, fun, wild, and blissful. Truly her personality, was the personality that I love in a girl.

" Mr. Tomlinson thanks for bringing her back, " Dr. Jones smiled at me. " Please laid her over there on her bed. " I nodded my head and carefully placed Isabelle on the bed. I'm glad I was to bring her back, because if it was Harry. He would burst out into enormous tears as he laid her on the bed. Crying his heart out. Wishing not to lay her down softly. Begging the doctor to please take her back. Even explaining what would of happened, made me want to burst out into tears. But I couldn't. I did want to, but my eyes have cried out all the tears inside of me, that I can't cry anymore. It just felt wrong not cry anymore. " I feel bad for Mr. Styles, I know he's going through a horrible time, " Dr. Jones interrupted me from my thoughts.