broken {h.s}

001

isabelles pov

-two years later-

As I walk the streets of New York City, very dangerously, I might add, I see posters and billboards with his face.

It's five a.m. and I just walked up the stairs from Penn Station, looking at Madison Square Garden.

Oh, the coincidence One Direction is playing there tonight. I look at the girls sitting on the street camping out and they yell at me to come over there.

I laugh and walk towards all of their blankets and pillows. Many girls were sleeping, so there were only about five girls that were up and starting asking questions.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Isabelle! I'm so sad that you and Harry broke up years ago. I thought you'd be together for a while." One girl said and her friends seemed to agree.

"Was it his fault?" Another asked.

I chuckled, "Well, it's very nice to meet you all as well. As for Harry, I really thought we would still stay in contact even if we broke up. Sadly, we're both too busy. In some aspects it was his fault, but looking back at it, I was at fault too. It's just how our relationship was."

"Wasn't Taylor your best friend?"

I shake my head, "We were just starting to become friends. I don't have anything to say about her. I'm sure they're great together." I speak with a hint of bitterness to my voice.

I'll always be bitter. After all, she kissed the love of my life.

"I mean, they're fine, but everyone loves you."

I smile, "I appreciate it, but Harry and I have been over for two years and he hasn't tried to contact me. I'm so sorry to burst your bubble, but it's not going to happen. Well, I've actually gotta run or I'm gonna miss my meeting."

They say goodbye and I make my way towards my destination.

The only sounds were wind bouncing off the trees and the cars moving through traffic in this early hour of the day.

No matter what, ever since we separated ways, I've not had one special person in my life.

Well, not a serious one at least.

"Hey, baby. How old are you?"

I jumped at the unwanted presence of an at least 40 year old man beside me.

"I'm twenty-three."

"What's a sexy girl like yourself doing here all alone?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm just trying to get my sexy self to a meeting on time." I reply, trying to walk away from him but this man is not giving up.

Just my luck.

"Why you so shy, baby? You don't like to have fun?"

"Oh, darling. I have fun. Hate to break it to you, but I have a girlfriend." I smiled at his gasp that escaped his mouth. "Oh! There she is."

I pointed to Quinn waving at me at the entrance of the building.

I walk up to her and put my hand on her cheek, kissing her.

"Goodbye, Isabelle Reyes."

He walks away quickly but I look to his hand as he's walking and see a recorder in his hand.

"Why did you-"

I groan loudly when he's gone, "I think that guy was a fûcking reporter or TMZ guy! He was saying how sexy I was, basically not leaving me alone so I said I had a girlfriend. I didn't know, but I think he was recording me! Everyone's gonna think I'm gay."

"Is it really that terrible?" She looks at the ground and I mentally scold myself.

"No, that's not what I meant. I just don't want to be public with the shït we do, okay? But if anything does get out, I'll deal."

She nods and we enter the building, getting to the meeting ten minutes early.

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harry's pov

"Harry! Wake up, mate! We've got to get up and look inside the venue." I heard in an Irish voice.

I groaned, shaking my head until I felt my sheets being ripped off of me.

"What the fück is wrong with you? I want to sleep, fûcking leprechaun." I groaned and stuffed my face back in the pillow.

"What is wrong with you? She's allowed to kiss other people. Hell, she's allowed to marry someone if she wants. She's not your girl anymore! You really think she's gonna wait for you to stop sleeping with random girls? You're a dïck for breaking her heart so if you want her back start with texting her instead of taking it out on us. Where the frick is the closest breakfast place, Louis?"

Louis agreed with him and said there was one connected to the lobby of the hotel. I looked around to see Zayn and Liam already at the door.

I quickly got dressed into a jersey and basketball shorts, joining them to eat.

When Niall spoke, I him talk down to me because I knew it was the truth, and I deserved it.

He was the only one who knew her like I did. The only one who saw our relationship grow and then slip between my fingers.

How did I even end up here?

Two years ago, I was with who I thought was the love of my life. Now, I'm sleeping with a different girl every few months. I can never stay with someone because she's always on my mind.

Taylor and I ended things almost two months ago, but my management thought it would be better if we pretended to still be together.

That way, it would seem like we've been together for over two years.

While I hated being controlled, I knew I couldn't really do anything about it unless I threaten leaving the band.

So here I am, pretending to be in love with her, when all I want is her ex best friend.

I really need to get my shît together.

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