Drugged h.s. AU

Fuck my Promise

Hey guys over 400 reads, *tears of joy*, I can't describe how happy this makes me. I really love this story, and I try to update every Friday, sometimes earlier (Like Now), but this story is my baby, and I try my best to make it a really good story, not just for you, but for me too.

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JUST WARNING YOU THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT! DONT LIKE DONT READ!

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Harry POV

I knew when Isabelle woke up she'd want me gone, but it was a chance I was willing to take, and it ended just the way I though it would. I walked out without a word knowing she wouldn't listen no matter what I said.

I bought a pizza for Isabelle knowing she was inside watching Frozen. Is it weird that I watch her? Nah. I paid the pizza boy more so he would take it to her house. I watched as she thought it was me at the door. I wish it was me. I bought it because guilt was eating me alive.I have to do something sweet, I can't just sit here in my car like a creep for the rest of my life.

I watched as she laughed and cried her way through two more movies. I watched how she talked to hrself the whole time about the movie, because she's all alone. I could fix that. But, sadly I won't. I sat and I watched as she fell asleep on her couch. I knew what I had to do.

I opened the door quietly. I went over to her. Is this the right thing to do? Yes, yes it is.

"I promised." I said softly into Isabelle's ear. Hoping she didn't hear me. "What? Where are we going?" Isabelle said, her voice thick with sleep. I quickly hushed her, hoping she'd fall back asleep. "Who are you? Where are we going?" She asked, she is so cute when she's half asleep.

"Isabelle, it's okay. Go back to sleep." I told her. Watching her shift in my arms. It's now or never. I walk and open the door. I hope she doesn't hate me after this. I just hope she doesn't.

I lay her down. She was out cold. Good, she won't remember this part.

Isabelle POV

I open my eyes, the light coming through the window. Exposing the nice day outside. I smile. I throw the covers off of me and stand up to stretch. I looked at the floor, it was a bit cold in here today. I sniffle, I knew it was too cold. ugh. I'm going to be sick, no doubt.

I straighten myself up and head to the bathroom. How did I get to my room? I thought I fell asleep in the living room. I walk out grabbing my phone from my nightstand. Did I plug in my phone? God, I must bave been super tired if I don't remember a damn thing, but lately I can't remember anything anyway.

I see a piece of paper underneath my phone, I stare at it wondering if it was mine or not, I shrugged grabbing it I walk down the stairs to the kitchen. Making myself a bowl of cereal I sit on one of the barstools and open the paper.

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