Isabel stared at her complexion, as she swiped the nude lipstick across her lips. Parting them, she gently swiped away any smudges, before smacking them together. A small smile made its way onto her mouth, as her freshly pink nailed fingers fluffed out the gently waves of her short air. Though her smile vanished, as she stared at the rather faint small finger tip imprints around her throat.
Leaning closer into the mirror, Isabel inspected the damage created from Harry earlier in the day. Her hands rummaging through the makeup bag, to find foundation to cover the marks up. After she crumbled into her own office, she text Ella saying she would gladly go out this evening since it was a Friday night. She text Phil and they all arranged to meet up at the Devil's Handbag in Soho.
After making sure they were covered, she took one final glimpse in the mirror and smiled at herself. She was never one to dress up, though tonight she put a little extra effort. Her tight faux leather skinny trousers, were paired with a a dark silver crop top and black heeled boots. It was after all getting colder. Grabbing her black coat and clutch, she downed the final shot before heading down the stairs.
Locking up her house, Isabel walked towards the tube station. Sinking into her own world, it only took 30 minutes, before she got off the tube and walked towards the busy streets of central London. Friday night and that meant every bar and pub possible were filled with people drinking away their own sorrows of despair. Isabel was certainly going to join them.
Walking down the busy streets, the familiar bar appeared in view and she couldn't help but smile. Stepping into crowded space, she searched for her group of friends before heading up the stairs. There in the corner sat Phil, Ella, Sophie and Jacob all laughing.
"Oi oi, there is she!"
Phil yelled, as they all turned to cheer. Laughing, Isabel walked towards the table hugging them as she perched herself on the end. Slipping off her jacket, she let out a huff before thanking Phil who already got her a drink.
"You remember Sophie and Jacob right?"
Her eyes darted towards the blonde haired girl, who rocked a short pixie style hair cut. Next to her was Jacob, a taller male with tattoo's up and down his sleeves. They were sitting awfully snug together and Isabel recalled that they often use to flirt, when she worked for Harry.
"Of course I remember," Isabel smiled, raising her brows at the two who smiled up at each other with a look of glee. It made her heart flutter, as Isabel smiled before turning her attention back to her drink, her finger tracing the rim of her glass.
The loudness from the weekend drinkers offered a small reminder to Isabel, that reason she was here. To drink away the first few weeks of being back in London, to drink away the unsettled feelings that she felt between herself and Harry. Though she would love to act like she wasn't somewhat scared of him, she was. He was also a painful reminder to her happier memories in her life.
Maybe the reason she clung to Harry was, because he was the first person to actually believe in her. After walking out on her parents, Isabel didn't have much. She had friends, but they were trying to get by. The day that Harry gave her a job, and continued to support her, made her feel human was why she was so drawn to him. He believed in her, he made her pursue her own dreams. He once loved and cared for her, but he lied.
Isabel could never stand liars, the secrets and twisted words. Granted everyone told a white lie here and there, that was okay. But the fact that Harry perhaps kept the biggest secret from her, lied to her face was the reason she left. When she finally found out a small glimpse of his lies Isabel realised that everything he created was an illusion. That this was not who she wanted to be with.
The irony that she was back, but Isabel had a soft spot for children and those who were vulnerable. Sometimes she was too kind for her own good.
With her hand now gripped around her fifth drink, she swayed with Phil on the dance floor. Her eyes bright and glossy, as she continued to giggle and dance. Fluttering her eyelids close, she continued to dance with him before staggering back to their table to reach for another round of shot. Everyone around her, seemed to be lost in their own worlds as Isabel continued to stumble around.
Her painted hand gripped the neck of some stranger, as they danced together. Her head was thrown back, as she felt his lips against her skin. His hands gripped around her waist, as Isabel closed her eyes and hummed to the beat. They grinded together as Isabel turned around, her back pressed against his front as he continued to kiss up her neck causing her to smirk.
Though when she re-opened them, and turned to face her stranger, her lip parted. Ppon staring at those piercing green eyes. That wicked smirk on his lips, as Isabel gulped. His tattooed arms gripping her hips, as his hands kept her still. In fright she pulled away a little, closing her eyes.
Re-opening her eyes, Harry was never there. It was the dark haired male that she danced with, which made her frown as she pulled from his grasp back to the table. No one was there, as Isabel stared at the empty seats voided from jackets and bags. Her bag.
"Shit."
It seemed she somewhat sobered a little, upon noticing her bag was missing as she frowned. Her stumbling legs walked her around the table, looking underneath it but sure enough it was gone. Her drunk escapades meant she left her bag unattended, something she never normally did and for good reason.
Pushing through the busy bar, Isabel stumbled into the bathroom and groaned a little. Her lipstick vanished and her eye makeup smudged a little, as she tried to fix it. Small hicky's were left on her collar bone, as Isabel moved the top though it didn't cover it.
Stepping from the club, Isabel stumbled outside and shivered from the cold. Her eyes blurred a little, as she looked around for any form safety. Her eyes latching onto a group of girls smoking, as she walked out with a small grin on her face.
"Excuse me? Can I borrow your phone?"
The redhaired looked up at Isabel with a smile, and handed the small black device over as Isabel lent against the wall with them. She declined the cigarette, her fingers ghosting over the keypad as she tried to remember phone numbers. In particular Phil's but for some reason her mind went blank, yet her fingers typed on the screen.
Holding the device to her ear, Isabel looked at the scene before her. People were still queueing to get in, some were stumbling and hailing down taxi's. Other's were smoking and people were generally enjoying themselves.
"Hello?"
Her breath caught in her throat, as Isabel took in a sharp breath to clear the lumping forming. She coughed, before licking her lips. A part of her was wondering why she typed in his number, why she remembered his phone number in particular. It was like second nature and she wasn't sure why she would call Harry of all people.
"Hi Harry."
Their was silence for a second, before his raspy voice came back through the phone. It wasn't that late, just past one am she guessed.
"Isabel? What's wrong?" His voice was filled with concern, as Isabel shifted on her heels. Her legs becoming tired, as she tilted her head.
"Nothing, I don't know why I called you. I should call at taxi service but funny thing is, my purse and coat were stolen," she suddenly burst out giggling and shook her head. "See you Monday," Isabel laughed and ended the call.
Handing the phone back to the woman with a grin, she rubbed her arms and decided that she would probably have to walk home.
"Excuse me, hi, uhm your boyfriend wants to talk to you."
Isabel turned to see the same redhaired woman holding back the phone, as Isabel furrowed her brows before taking it. Holding the sleek device back to her ear, she sniffled before mumbling out a pathetic hello.
"Isabel where are you?" His voice was firm, all sounds of sleepiness washed from his voice, as Isabel shifted on her feet. She didn't answer, which only added rage to Harry who was now getting dressed.
"I'm out, I'm going to walk home-"
"Like hell you are. Where the fuck are you?"
"The Devil's Hand Bag, in Soho but I'm fine, I-"
"Stay there."
The line went dead, as Isabel stared at in shock yet she didn't make an effort to move. Instead she thanked the stranger and handed her phone back, before looking around. The world seemed to move around her slowly, as Isabel stayed stood on the curb. The lights seemed to rush by slowly, as the buildings began to dance and spin around her.
For a brief moment she did contemplate walking home, but that was plain stupid. It was late, dark and it would take her well over two hours. After all she was on the other side of London to her small home. Not to mention she would feel the wrath of Harry Styles.
It hadn't been long, before Harry was sitting in the back of car as his driver John drove through the quiet streets of the city. His eyes were staring out of the window, phone in hand as they drove into the borough of Soho. It was crowded with people stumbling around, bars and clubs open all hours. On the corner of the street was the Devils Handbag with a rather cold looking Isabel.
She was sat on the curb, her legs pulled against her chest as she tried to focus on the world around her. Trying to keep her tired eyes awake, as she took a deep breath and tilted her head back. Her eyes staring at the dark sky littered with stars, a small smile on her face though it vanished when she looked straight ahead.
A black car pulled up, with a rather angry looking Harry walking towards her. Isabel gulped a little as she stood up, trying to act rather sober. Yet her stumbling figure and heels next to her bare feet, only proved that she was far from sober.
Harry didn't say anything, as he reached her and looked at the state. Her hair was tussled, her makeup smudging around her eyes and she looked tired. Her lips were formed in a small pout as she sniffled, shivering a little as he sighed somewhat tired and annoyed.
"Come on."
Harry held out his hand, to which she took it as he bent down to pick up her heels and walked her to the car. His eyes were glued on her feet, to make sure she didn't step on glass before helping her into the warm vehicle and strapping her in.
"John! Hi how are you?"
Despite how angry he was at Isabel, he could not help but let the small smile cross his features. Isabel reached forward in her seat to get a better look at his driver, as John only greeted her with a warm smile. After all, he had been around when Isabel was still with him.
"Where too Mr Styles?" John asked, tearing his eyes from Isabel who now slumped herself against the warm seat. Her eyes struggling to stay open, and it made Harry wonder if she had taken anything but alcohol. He didn't do drugs and he knew Isabel didn't, but someone could have easily slipped something into her drink.
"Home please John."
"My house?"
Harry turned to Isabel, upon hearing her small voice ask as he only shook his head in response. "No," he spoke rather calmly, as she narrowed her eyes, despite her best attempt to stay away.
"I want to go home."
"In the morning Isabel. You after all did call me, and I'm not driving a fucking forty minute drive to drop you off, when it is only half the time to our-mine."
Isabel noticed he corrected himself, but didn't say anything as he snapped at her. She slumped in her seat and quietly stared out of the window. Her eyes were sore and tired, as she tried to keep herself awake just a little longer.
Within twenty minutes, John turned down the quiet street as Isabel gulped. The familiar road was something from her past, as they came to a stop outside the house she stayed glued into her seat, her brown eyes staring at the black door that seemed to taunt her mind.
John had kindly opened Isabel's door, as she stepped out and peered up at the grand house with another gulp. So many memories, so many happy moments and terrifying moments. The door seemed to mock her, as Isabel took a step forward and followed Harry her eyes looking at the driveway. The cars he drove were still there, though she noted he had a few additional models. Her eyes wondered across the stoned floor beneath her, before looking at the bins in the corner by the gate.
Harry held the front door watching Isabel, as he looked at the bins she stared at. His jaw locked at the memory of waking up to find her gone. His eyes turned back to Isabel, who seemed like a frightened little lamb before he called to her with a somewhat sadistic smirk etched onto his face. He was enjoying this moment.
"Welcome home angel."
ooo !! what's gonna happen ?
belle
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( reminder this is being re-written )