Life's A Bitch But We Can Do This // OneDirection

Epilogue P3 - Isobel's POV

Harry's Birthday - 1st February 6am

"Harry.. Hey Harry wake up" I whispered. Harry mumbled in his sleep, hitting my face with his pillow before settling on it again. "Don't make me sing loudly Styles" I said, poking his now uncovered torso. "Go away" he pushed his face into the pillow, frowning. "Okay"

I stayed quiet for a couple of minutes.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HARRY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU"

I yelled, jumping on Harry.

"You're so fucking dead when I wake up fully" Harry glared at me, rubbing his eyes.

I sat on his lap, making him sit up, "Morning Birthday boy" I smiled sweetly, pushing his hair back from his face. "You look sleepy" "It's 6:15 in the morning what do you expect" "You love me reallyyyyyyy"

We sat like that for a while just talking. "How does it feel to be 20 now then?" I asked, playing with a really curly piece of Harry's hair. "No different than being 90 does" "90?" "I mean 19" "Silly Harry.. C'mon I'll make breakfast"

Harry sat at the table, watching me make breakfast.

"You're so cute"

"What?"

"I said you're cute"

"Pfft" I shook my head, placing a cup of tea infront of Harry and pouring myself a glass of juice.

"You are. You're cute, funny, pretty, occasionally a pain in the ass, amazing... I could go on for ages, missy"

I felt my cheeks heat up. I stood up and put the food on two plates. I set one plate infront of Harry and sat across from him.

"Why do I have more than you?" Harry frowned, looking at my plate "Because its your birthday" I bit into a piece of toast. "But it's not fair. I don't like having more than you" "Harry seriously it's fine" "But-" "Harry." "Okay" He looked sad. "Don't be sad Harry I'm just not that hungry" "I said okay."

I sighed, eating the rest of my food. Harry finished just before me and walked to get a shower without saying anything. I put my head in my hands. I didn't want to fight on Harry's birthday.

That's all we've done recently. Fight.

I washed&dried the plates and other things we used and put them away.

I collected the clothes from the hamper in the shared bathroom, saying morning to Zayn.

I kept myself busy for most of the time Harry was getting ready, before getting in the shower.

An hour later

"Izzy you ready? Harry's in the van waiting" Louis knocked on the room door before pushing it open. "I don't think i'm gonna go, just tell Harry I feel ill or something" I forced a smile.

"Have you two been fighting again? You're not gonna leave are you?" Louis walked into the room "Please don't leave, it'll kill him. It'll kill all of us"

"I don't know Louis.. Just go, have a good day" I hugged Louis tightly and waited for the van to leave.

I texted my dad asking him to pick me up in 3 hours and packed most of my clothes before writing notes for everyone and leaving them in their rooms.

Calum was still at home. "Louis said you weren't feeling well... You're leaving aren't you?" I nodded. I watched as Calums eye's filled with tears "Please Izzy.. Don't go! Please!" "I'm not going permanently. I'm just staying at my dad's for a while. I can't keep fighting with Harry. It's killing me." There was a knock at the door, I shouted for them to come in.

"Are your bags in your room?" My dad stood at the front room door. I nodded. He walked away

"I'm sorry Calum. I promise I'll text you as soon as I get to my dad's house." I hugged Calum quickly and practically ran out of the room before he saw me crying.

I re composed myself and helped my dad with my bags

"Are you sure about this darling?" My dad said as he put the last bag in the car. "Yeah" I forced another smile, getting into the car, putting my earphones in and listening to Story Of My Life on repeat. I took one last look at the house, Calum stood at the door, leaning against it's frame like he'd forgotten how to stand. I waved goodbye and sat back, closing my eyes before the tears filling my eyes fell.