Drugged h.s. AU

Many colors of many flowers

Isabelle POV
The rays of sun coming through the window made my face contort in agitation. Why did you have to shine stupid sun? Just one or two more hours would have made me happy, even ten minutes, but no. Not today. I felt hands wrap around my arms, "Time to rise and shine Isabelle." I groaned at Harry. I'm not about this 'early bird gets the word crap' he needs to get real.

"What time is it?" I groan hoping he would tell me it's too damn early and to go back to bed, no such luck. "It is 10:00AM, time to get up, we got important things to do today." he answered, sounding chipper as ever. "We? As in me and you?" I asked again, opening one eye to see Harry upside down. He nodded, "Yes. Me and You, which makes we." He explained.

I grumbled about how I knew what it meant, and for him to hush. I think he heard, because he smacked my ass while I walked to the bathroom. "I don't know how you can deal with me? I'm a whirl wind of trouble." I warned him.

"I think I can manage, you can be corrected my sweet Isabelle, easily." He said while looking at the palm of his hand. Ass hole. He was totally referring to hitting me. I mean, it's not abuse, but it still freakin hurts. So, I have a legitimate reason to complain. Would I complain to Harry? No. Why? Because he would say, 'Isabelle you know I don't like when you speak to me that way, complaining is not optional', and it would obviously be my fault.

I stared at myself in the mirror, telling myself how ugly I am in the mornings. Harry obviously doesn't know the meaning of 'beauty sleep', but maybe he does, because he is a total diva. I laughed a little, god I'm corny. I undress and step into the shower letting the hot water run over my body, god that felt good. I shrub my head and body making sure I don't smell like a garbage can.

What does Harry plan on doing today anyway? Harry better not take me on some crazy quest from Hell, because I'm too out of shape for that. And, I ain't got time for that either, but getting out of this house sounds heavenly, I just hope for my sake the trip is too. Even if we go grocery shopping I think that would be fun. I've been kept inside too long. Okay, maybe only a few days, but cabin fever is not fun.

I hop out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel, so I don't walk around here naked, I've already done that one too many times. I walk into the room and Harry is laid back on the bed gazing at the ceiling. "What are you doing?" I ask him looking up to see what he was looking at on the ceiling.

"Do you find me attractive, Isabelle? Tell the truth." My jaw dropped open a bit. What was I to say? I mean, he's cute, sweet, funny, confident, tall, dark, handsome, and let's not forget a smart ass. Oh lord, you can't fall for a guy like him Isabelle Taylor, you just can't. He's not worth the pain and misery. But, if I never take a chance I'll never know what's really out there for me.

"Yeah, you're not bad looking by any means." I told him as he sat up looking straight into my eyes. "Thanks, makes me feel a lot better about what we're doing today." He replied. "Where are we going by the way?" I asked walking to the closet grabbing some clothes. "It's a surprise, you're just going to have to wait and see." He told me, I rolled my eyes, stupid cheesy men.

"I hope you roll your eyes one day and they get stuck in the back of your head." He told me from the bed as I pulled on a pair of maroon leggings and a cream colored sweater on. "That won't happen, but thanks anyway." I told him. Be a smart ass, go on ahead. One day someone is going to knock him out for being a cocky smart ass. Ugh, but sadly, not today, well maybe, the day ain't over yet.

I walk out to see Harry gone. I swear he just disappears at the most random times. "Ready to go?" He asked peeking his head in the door; I screamed grabbing my chest. "Yes, thanks for the heart attack." I told him with a scowl on my face. He didn't say anything he just walked the rest of the way in grabbing my wrist and pulling me through the house.