Proving Our Love

Chapter 43 - The Delayed Workout

* Harry's POV *

This morning Michelle had told me that they all were going to visit Jordan, but Issy wasn't awake yet so Matt, Michelle and her dad, Eric, went alone. I was beyond anxious when Issy had told me he wanted to talk to me yesterday. I literally have never had so much anxiety in my entire life. There was something about him that was just so intimidating. And he wasn't tall, he didn't have any scars or tattoos. He just had tension. So much tension within him that it just scared the hell out of me talking with him. I can tell as of right now he doesn't like me, but I was really upset with that because I was desperate for his approval. And Issy means everything to me so I intended on getting his approval one way or another.

I went upstairs, going into Issy's room, seeing it was time to wake her up so we could go to the gym.

I saw her sprawled out against her bed, her hair in a messy bun as she slept, her head rested on two pillows that she used.

" Babe", I said to her, putting on my sneakers as I sat down on her bed, which caused her to shift in her position as my weight brought the mattress down.

" Yea?", she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes as she pulled the covers over her bare shoulder.

" Do you wanna get up?", I asked her jokingly.

" Not really", she responded, beginning to sit up, adjusting to the lighting in the room as she rubbed her eyes.

" Where are my parents?", she asked me, getting out of the bed.

" Your mum and dad went with your brother to the facility to visit Jordan about an hour ago", I told her, watching as she tripped over her suitcase on the floor.

" Haha are you okay?" I questioned, laughing as she mumbled multiple profanities under her breath.

" Yea, they know we are going to the gym right", she said, taking off her shirt as she grabbing some clothes from her drawer.

" Yeh I told them, we can go stop for breakfast if you don't wanna eat here", I said, chuckling as she made me look away when she needed to put on her shorts.

" Okay. Which shirt the navy blue or black?", she questioned, holding both up while she stood in front of me.

" Anything looks great on you so any one is fine", I told her, genuinely meaning it.

" Aw thank you but really pick one", she replied, her smile growing wider as I pointed to the black Adidas shirt.

" Good choice that's what I was thinking too", she said making me chuckle slightly, before changing into the shirt.

" You know you fell asleep so by the time your dad was finished interrogating me you were already knocked out when I had came upstairs", I told her, smiling as she giggled.

" Im sorry I had a long day yesterday and I just crashed. I'm sorry about my dad as well I hope he wasn't too hard on you", she said, a frown taking over her face, sitting on my lap. Making me smile as she nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck, while I wrapped my arms around her waist.

" It's okay love he wasn't that hard, but I can tell he doesn't like me", I told her, making her lift her head up to face me.

" What makes you think that? He wasn't rude to you was he?" She asked worriedly.

" No he wasn't rude it's not that. I don't know how to explain it he's just like cold towards me. Like you can feel the tension inside the room from when I was talking with him", I told her, playing with one of her brown curls in my hand.

" Im sorry. I really am I just wish he would stop playing this act towards everyone who's associated with me", she said, sighing.

" What act?", I asked her, bringing her face to mine as she looked down.