Curls and Caramel

Chapter 27

The start of the date went well in my opinion. Izzy had on a nice floral dress with a black shirt that made part of her stomach show. She looked beautiful. Whether she had on a floor length dress or skinny jeans and a tank top, she would always look beautiful in my eyes. As I watched her long legs walk down the steps, I couldn't take my eyes off of her body. I could tell that my staring made her a little shy with her cheeks redden a little.

She was very flirty on the way there, and of course I played along, but it was nice to see her smile. I'm not all  for the school dances, but she really wanted to go and if that means there would be a smile on her face, then to a school dance I will go. It's literally killing me to see her in her prom dress. She hasn't told me what color, if it's short or long or anything! I have to wear a hot, sweaty suit and I'm not for that. But like I said, I'd do anything to make my love smile.

As we got towards the end of the date, Gabby, our waitress, told us that there were paparazzi outside and within a split second all of my carefree and pleased phase disappeared. I became so protective because I know how they can get. I saw some fans out with cameras when I glanced by the window and I wonder who spread the word where I am. Now I have to make sure that my girlfriend gets to the car safe and sound without getting hurt. Luckily, we do by going out the back and we make it to the car but for some reason I hear someone say something to Isabelle but I have no clue what it was because I wasn't paying any attention but Isabelle.

 I've been driving for a good fifteen minuets replaying our date in my head over and over again. I glance to Izzy once in a while and she's in her same position each time I looked, head down and playing with her fingers. I finally took her small, fragile hand in mine and rubbed the back of her palm.

"Did you enjoy yourself." I say trying to start a conversation. I have a feeling we both don't want to talk about some things, but best sooner than later...right?

"I did Harry, thank you." Her voice is small and low compared to the confident and cheerful voice when we were talking at the table. 

"I'm glad you did." I bring up her hand to my lips to kiss. The rest of the ride home was silent. It wasn't the peaceful silence. It was the type of silence to where there was something hanging in the air over us not wanting to be talked about but needed to be said.

"Thanks again for the dinner. I loved it." Izzy says giving a seemingly forced smile.

"Anytime babe. Is it alright if I come in with you?" I don't want to leave her just yet. Not now anyways. She gives a small nod and we walk up to her front door. She fumbles with the keys and I chuckle earning a slap on my arm. 

"Mom?" Only one lamp is on when we enter and Izzy just shrugs saying that her mom is probably in bed. We go up to her bedroom and get settled. I don't have anything under my shirt so I just leave it how it is. Izzy on the underhand, changes into her pj's withing 30 seconds.

"Take your shoes off please." She says to me but looking at her bright laptop. I oblige and sit next to her and wrap my arm around her waist. 

I'm reading everything on her laptop and lets just say, some of the comments on here are just plain cruel. They're calling her all sorts of names I wouldn't even think of calling a person no matter what. It seems like every ten negative comments there's one positive comment. I can't even look at the screen anymore but look at Izzy. Her eyebrows are curved every part of her face is tense except for her eyes. I swear the bright, big, beautiful brown eyes that I'm used to seeing is now watery, dull and gloomy. When I see a tear escape her left eye I shut the laptop off. I don't even get a response because when I usually do that, Izzy gets a little upset but I know that she didn't mind because of her smile. Now, there's nothing. It looks like everything that she's read is going through her head.