Drugged h.s. AU

Different

I hit 103 reads! I'm so happy, thank you guys so so much! I know 103 is not many, but I remember almost crying when I got 1 read, so this is monumental for me! Thank you!
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Isabelle POV
I stood in front of the door to my house wondering if I should knock or not. I raised my hand and knocked three times. I heard shuffling from the other side. The door opened and my mom looked up. Her eyes red and puffy, opened wide with surprise and happiness. "ISABELLE!" I smiled at her and nodded as she brought me into a bear hug.

She let go of me stepping back to look at me. She took my hand leading me to the living room. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick. We have to call and tell the police your back. you'll have to tell them what happened to you." my mom said rushing words out of her mouth. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Let me speak mom. I'm fine okay calm down." I told her, hoping she'd calm down and relax. "Niall said someone took you. Right before his eyes. He said that the guy was wearing all black, a ski mask, so he didn't know what the guys face looked like, and...and-"

"Mom, it was a set up." I blurted out.
"WHAT?!? What do you mean 'setup'?!?" She asked, her voice becoming angry and upset. "I hired the guy to take me. Make it look like a kidnapping. I needed sometime away. Some time to myself. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I explain, hoping she wouldn't see through my lie. She nodded. "Where's Niall?" I asked , the question ringing through my mind.

"Do you know how long you've been gone?" She asked. I thought about it. "Maybe three days, why?" I told her. she shook her head. "You've been gone for about a month." My eyes went wide. "There's no way. Where's Niall?"

"I don't know. We looked, and looked, and looked for you. He held strong. Waiting for you. Scared for you. Praying." She rambled, on and on, getting nowhere. "Where is he?" She looked down.

"He got a new girlfriend. He left you a letter. And, I don't know where he is. His parents knew he was traumatized, thinking he didn't try hard enough to save you. So they moved back to Ireland, back home. I'm sorry." The mores she explained the worse I felt. Hot tears rolled down my face. A sob escaped my lips.

He was gone.

Without me.

"The letter is on your bed upstairs." my mom told me, I was half way there by the time she finished her sentence. I opened my bedroom door seeing my room the exact same way it was, from when I left, except this time a whit envelope laid on my bed.

I ripped it open. Blurry words filled my vision. I wiped my eyes and read.

Dear Isabelle,
I've been looking for you. For a very long time. My heart breaking every moment without good news of you. You were taken from me. Right in front if my eyes, and no one could stop it, not even me. I'm sorry. You may never even ever get this letter, but it's the thought that counts, yeah? I miss you. Your smile, your voice, your everything. Mom and dad are moving us to Ireland. They said this was not my fault, and the only way to forget, is to not be reminded of it daily. So, we're leaving. I'm sorry. You didn't and don't deserve none of this. Don't forget about me, I won't forget about you, ever.
I love you.
Niall

I sank to the floor. Tears streaming down my face and me openly sobbing. I curled into a ball. I crawled in my bed, I wrapped my arms around the pillow that still smelled like him. Niall.

The pain in my heart was too much. I had to make it stop. I had to. I need to. I know what I have to do.

I stood up off my bed, seeing the darkness of outside from the window. I opened my window climbing out, and onto the roof. I grabbed the gutter hoping to God that my fat butt didn't break it in two. I let go of the gutter my feet hitting the ground.

I started to run. I knew where I was going. I'd been there many a times.

Harry POV

I drove home, not looking back, knowing that I'd turn right back around and take her back. It was quiet in my car. An emptiness filled my heart.

I walked into my house slowly. my feet dragging the ground. I knew what I had to do. "It didn't work. She knew." I said into the phone. "Harry, I told you there was no guarantee it would work, some minds are stronger than others. Some don't want to forget."

"Zayn, I let her go."

"You did what?!? Let her go?!?" He screamed.

"I had too. It was the right thing to do. She told me she wouldn't say anything to anybody, she said she'd keep this a secret." I explained.

"You know she might tell still right?" He warned me.

"Yes." I admitted.

"You sound off, what's wrong?" He asked.

"I love her, and I let her go." I told him.

"Can she get ahold of you?" He asked.

"I put my number in her phone, and put hers in mine." I explained.

"Call her, text her, something, anything. She might feel the same." He suggested.

"Zayn, I highly doubt that. I let her go, because I love her." I said, heart in my hand. Heart wide open.

"Okay. You going to be okay?" He wondered.

"Yeah, I'm alright." I lied

"Okay, bye." He said.

"Bye." I said, and hung up the phone. Where is she? Does she love me?

All the thoughts ran through my head, in a loop, over and over. I miss her. I let her go. Why? It was for the best, right? I hope it was. My mind says yes, my heart says no that I didn't do the right thing.

Isabelle POV

I walked in the music so loud the ground was vibrating with every beat of the drum. I headed over to the bar ordering 5 vodka shots, downing them, before heading to the dance floor. I grinded, and dropped.

I lost the world in those few moments in time. Lost the worry, regret, and guilt that filled me. I headed back to the bar ordering another round of vodka shots, knowing that I would be good and shit faced tomorrow.

My mind was fuzzy, clouded. And, so was my judgement. I went to the dance floor breaking a move, and probably my neck when they played 'whip my hair' by Willow Smith. I headed to the bathroom. grabbing my phone from my pocket. I scrolled through my contacts. Only one name popped out.

Harry Styles.

I grimaced. How did I get his number? I pushed on his name, and the phone started to ring. I heard I groggy voice come through the phone.

"Hello?"