Forever

twenty-two.

warning: this book is going in a deep, big change. all chapters will be changing so I advise you not to read chapter two.

don't go on please, you will not understand the new plot. restart from chapter one, or begin reading again once the book is fully done

Isabelle's POV

"They'll be here, don't worry." Perrie asked, calming me down.

"Yeah, and if they don't make it then we'll have an amazing New Years ourselves," Tessa winked.

I sighed, taking a sip of my drink. The boys left the night on the 26, and are suppose to arrive today before New Years.

We were going to see the fireworks at the Big Ben, and currently, it's 11:13.

"Maybe they're getting food?" El suggested.

"No, no." I furrowed my eyebrows. Something seems off point. "Wouldn't they have called?" I hate this, I hate this so much.

"Hey, calm down and drink some more champagne, and then we'll walk to the London Eye." Mandy patted my lap.

"Mummy, can I have more apple juice?" Daniella pouted.

"Sure honey," Mandy smiled.

They continued talking as I doze off. Harry and I never went ice skating the day after Christmas. When we dropped the boys off at the airport, we had left on the wrong note, and it's been bothering me since.

I made my way to the shower, smiling at nothing whatsoever.

"Tonight." I touched my neck were he planted a kiss, and smiled wider.

My phone vibrated, indicating I had got a message. Opening it cautiously, I felt my eyes beginning to sting with tears.

It was childish, I mean, it has to be a joke. No one ever means what they send, right?

Ever since yesterday, I've been totally scared of what could happen if that text became real.

Unknown: Don't think you can get rid of me. Once I find that precious body of yours, you'll be mine xo - D

A shiver ran down my spine. Drew? Could this be him?

What does he want? How could he even find me?

All these questions spurred in my mind. I jumped in shock as a soft knock on the door was present.

"Izzy, are you okay? You've been there for more than half an hour," the door knob rattled, I felt the cold air whip through.

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I'm about to get out." I stuttered, shuffling to close the water.

As I opened the curtain, I felt my stomach churn. In Harry's hand, he held my phone, which has the text present.

"What is this?" His breathing quickly spiraled. His chest rapidly went up and down, as his hands balled into a fist.

I panicked, snatching the phone away. I've never seen him like this.

"Nothing." I quickly responded. Gathering all my items as I was about to walk away as if nothing happened, Harry grabbed me harshly.

"Isabelle," he stated sternly, "It's obviously something," his anger radiated through as his jaw tensed.

I snatched my wrist back in pain, ignoring his statement, "You can shower now," I snapped.

I turned around, and stormed to the bedroom.