Drugged h.s. AU

What Have I Done

Hey guys! What's up? I'm so happy with where this story is going. It took so many turns I didn't expect, but I'm bringing it back around.
Oh, the feels. This one is a bit longer, and I'm giving it to you early, you guys deserve it because you are the best!
Pic of Isabelle's outfit that she wore to the club to the side.
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Isabelle POV

"Hello?"

I looked at my phone with a grimace. "Well helllllooooo, to you too." I said. My head is fuzzy, my heart beating so loud I can feel it popping in and out of my chest. "Isabelle, why do you sound weird?" Harry asked his voice dark, and hardened. "I don't know Harry, why don't you tell me?" I heard him huff in frustration. "What is that noise in the background? Where are you?" I took my phone and held it out from me and gave it a confused look.

"Music, duh! Hey listen, I got to go, I'll loose your number later. No need to tell me too." I told the angry voice from the other end. "Isabelle." The voice said. Oh, that was quite scary. Ha ha. Too bad I don't care what the voice says. "Bye, Harry." I hit the end button, walking out of the stall I looked at myself in the mirror. I look like shit. I shrug.

I walk back to the dance floor seeing a very cute guy with jet black hair. He looks up from where he was dancing very badly, and grins at me. He extends his hand grabbing my wrist. Pulling me towards him. I put my back to his chest. Grinding my ass against his growing bulge. What I do tonight will not define who I am, and who I wanna be.

"Whats your name gorgeous?" He asks drunkenly. I grin up at him. "Isabelle, Belle for short." He grins doen at me. "Sounds familiar, the names Zayn." He replies to me. It's in that moment that I stop what I'm doing, and panic. My heart beats faster. I look to my right to see the exit. "Sorry, but I gotta run." He nods, and grins. I moved as fast as my legs would move me. There is no way that could be the same Zayn, Harry was talking to on the phone.

I was a bit more sobered up now. I looked down the street. I had no more money, damn expensive alcohol. I stumble a bit on the side walk. I see a sleek black car in my peripheral vision. I ignored it. This night that I had planned to get smashed drunk, sleep with a hot guy, and drink my sorrows again next night. But, no. Luck is never on my side. The car got closer, and the night cooler.

"Get in the damn car now, Isabelle." I looked to the my left seeing the one and only, Harry Styles. I sighed. Fuck him. "Just turn your pretty boy car around, and go home. I don't need your help Harry I'm perfectly fine. Just leave me the Hell alone!" He just grinned at me. Looking quite amused. "Alcohol must make you such a brave little girl, now, get in the car. Don't make me come out there and get you."His tone was menacing, but still very amused.

"You heard me, Harry Styles, go home." I said walking off. I heard a chuckle come from the car. "If I do leave I will call the police on you for public intoxication, and let's not forget you're under the age." He said with a defiant and I guess self satified smile. He was right, and knowing Harry he would have the police on me in 2.5 seconds. But, where will he take me? I don't really know. "You're just going to have to call." I told him. He raised his eyebrow.

He grabbed his phone from his pocket. Oh crap. I made a mad dash for my house. I ran, alcohol still influencing the balance May have made me a little wobbly. I heard tires spinning toward me. Shit, the police were fast. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. The chant in my head repeating itself over and over. I heard a screach and a car door slam shut.

I felt a strong hand grab my arm, and jerk me back. I take my elbow slamming it into the person behind me. I heard a ummph, I grinned with muchsatisfaction. But, the person behind me grabbed the upper part of my other arm. Crap, what am asshole. Can't I just run a little before I run out of breath, or make it home?

They take their other hand and wrap it around my torso. Pushing my waist into theirs. I sighed. "Aren't you going to read me my Miranda Rights?" I heard a deep chuckle from behind me. Crap, it's not the police? It's worse, it's Harry.

"No, I'm not going to read you you Miranda Rights." He said laughing. My glare could melt an iceberg, and he was getting it full force. "Don't glare at me Isabelle." I looked at him like he was crazy. "You can't boss me around, you don't own me." I told him. He raised his eyebrow, I felt a sharp pain hit my thigh. "YOU SMACKED ME?!?" My fury raging.

"Isabelle, at this moment in time, you've made bad decisions, and yes I did smack you, but you deserved it. You can't act like a brat, and get away with it. You need structure. You need me. To guide you, you know?" I looked over at him. Tears filling my eyes, not just from the sting in my thigh, but his words. Drunk and sober me, was a total bitch.

Structure? I've never had that. My mom was and is always working. And, my boyfriend, I mean EX-boyfriend, cheated on me. My life is always falling apart. I looked over at him, his eyes focused on the road. "Harry?"

"Isabelle, I'm trying to drive, I don't wanna hear it." He sighed deeply.

"I do need structure, not necessarily you, but structure." I told him truthfully. That made his head turn, he looked at me then back at the road. He put his blinker on and pulled over to the side.

"You want to come home with me, are you sure?" He asks, with compassion, and a hint of happiness in his voice. I nod my head. "Yes, Harry. I do. I need structure, and you said you could give me that, and that's what I want. I promise." I told him.

"You break a lot of promises. But, with structure comes rules, with rules come reward and punishment. But, we'll get to the rules, and all that jazz, tomorrow. Okay?" He asked. I was half asleep and still a bit buzzed. "Okay, but I'm just going to tell you now that I'm not a good listener, and I will most likely have a hangover tomorrow, so yeah, I'm going to sleep now if that's okay with you." I told Harry as I rolled over trying to get comfortable in his leather seats.

"We'll see, goodnight Isabelle."
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I woke up with a sharp pain in my head. Ugh. The memories of yesterday's events flooded my mind. Why did I come back? I remember Harry giving me my freedom and letting me go, and then I crawled right back. I'm stupid. I'm a dumb drunk, no one should even listen to me when I'm in that state.

"Good morning Isabelle."

"FUCK, SHIT!" I scramble off the bed landing on the floor. I pick myself up off the floor, dusting myself off a bit. "Why did you do that? No sane person does that!" He chuckled. "Who said I was sane?" He asked.

"No one. And, you know, you can call me Belle. Isabelle makes me feel old." He laughed some more, I feel like that's all he does to me lately. "Okay, Belle." I smiled at him saying Belle instead of Isabelle. I'll be called Isabelle when I'm a cute little old woman, not now.

"How about we go get some breakfast and aspirin for you?" I nodded with a satisfied grin on my face. I followed him down the stairs. "You know you really shouldn't listen to me when I'm in a state of drunkenness, right?" I asked. Hopefully he picks up on my hint of not wanting to be here. "Yes, I'm well aware. But, you still want structure, right?" He asked looking me straight on the eyes. "Yes, but let's call it something different, structure, sounds like something from the military."

"Okay then what will we call it then, Belle?"

"A promise."