Boyfriend - Justin Bieber (Acoustic) 

ISABELLA

With each day that passed, I fell in love with London. The sights, the smells, the people, the accents - everything that surrounded me was full of beauty and culture. It was such a huge difference from the life that I was living in Manhattan. 

People say that change can be good. I couldn't agree with them more! 

Change was scary. It was absolutely terrifying. The move was so big that I truly didn't think that it was going to be good for me. But the more that I live here, the more certain I become that this was the right choice that I made. It also helps to live with the best roommate in the world. 

Every day, Jaz proves to me that she was actually an angel sent from above to watch over me. I don't know where she came from, but she was everything that I needed and would want in a roommate. Or, in her words, a flat mate. British terms still confuse me, but I absolutely love it. Ben is also great. They have proven to me that relationships are special. That they are to be cherished and admired. I always hated the idea of relationships, but was always open to the idea of having a boyfriend. It didn't really make sense, but I always thought that having a man to hold your shopping bags for you when they grow too heavy, or to tell you that you're pretty when you are feeling down, or to just snuggle and watch movies with, sounded great. 

Ty was never my boyfriend. He was a guy that I slept with. Alright. That sounded terrible. He was and still is more than a guy that I would sleep with on occasion. He was and will always be my best friend. He was the closest thing to a boyfriend that I've ever had. Jimmy from the sixth grade doesn't and will never count as a boyfriend. However, with each day that passes (and am exposed to Jaz and Ben's relationship), I begin to crave for someone. I crave for that man who I can call my own. To give my heart too. To be vulnerable with. To love. The only thing was to find, or rather, have find me, a man that will want to be that to me. 

Boyfriends are hard to come by. Let me tell you. 

But as I sit here in Brerin's, eating my second piece of strawberry pie, I am bombarded by thoughts of a curly haired man with the most breathtaking set of green eyes. Yet I know in my heart that he doesn't want to be with me. He has made that clear. Over the past two weeks, Harry has ignored me. Yes, he still comes to the bookstore, but he doesn't talk to me. Ever since that day he came in and confronted me, he has been weird. He doesn't talk to me, only short answers when I ask him something. Whenever I look at him, or catch him staring at me, he looks away quickly. His eyes get covered by a cloud of pure frustration and irritation. I don't know what I did for him to feel this way, but it is so obvious that he doesn't like me that way. 

I guess it's good that I didn't like him like that either. Even though his mind is the most beautiful and fascinating thing that I have ever come across. Even though I could look at him every moment of every day and not find one single flaw. Even though, even fucking though, I can feel my insides warm and crave for his body whenever I hear him talk (with that panty dropping smirk and sexy accent). God, imagine him bending you over the bookcase and - I quickly shake the thought off and scold my subconscious for even thinking it. 

Harry is all sorts of wrong for me. He's an asshole, a sarcastic twit, and dangerous. Oh please, when did that ever stop you before. Besides, he's not an asshole to you. My subconscious and her big mouth. I ignore her, even though she has a point. 

Then there's Chase. 

Chase with his blonde locks and piercing blue eyes. That accent that makes my heart flutter because it's just so damn cute. He was kind and funny. He came from a nice wealthy family. He was the perfect guy - a guy that my parents would absolutely fall for. Red flag, Izzy! Your parents would absolutely love him. We don't want him. But he was the sweetest guy that I have ever met. I also knew that he liked me. He was so blatantly obvious. 

Over the past week, I have been going on dates with Chase. He took me to the symphony (not the most thrilling date, but it was an excuse to wear my new Christian Dior dress, so..) and it was lovely. I mean, any excuse to wear a pretty dress is always good to me. We also went for a picnic in the park and to this fancy seafood restaurant that he claimed to be the best place for salmon. 

All of the dates were nice. 

But, they screamed pretentious. Which was something that I was absolutely against. Chase didn't understand my opinions that were against high class wealth. He also thought that it was silly that I thought so low of it when I loved high fashion. "A girl will always love Louboutin heels, wealthy or not." Was my excuse for that. 

Regardless of his slight snobby views on life, he was still sweet. He treated me nice and genuinely liked me. He was the ideal first boyfriend that parents dreamed for their daughters. He hasn't asked me to be his, but I've considered it. 

He's no  Harry though, my subconscious reminds me and I shoo her away. If Harry wanted to date me, he would have said something. He doesn't like me and that was that. Chase did and that was that. 

The night came and I sat on my bed with my laptop open. Nat was on the other end and we were both painting our toes. It was "sister bonding" according to Nat. I didn't mind. I missed her like crazy. This felt like home, regardless of the time difference. It was six in the evening there and eleven at night here. The perfect time for a girly date if you ask me! 

"Chase seems nice." Nat comments as she shakes the red nail polish. We had been discussing my past few dates for twenty minutes now. She had squealed out of pure excitement when I mentioned a potential man. "You've been there for almost two months now. It was time for a summer romance. July was made for summer romances." 

I chuckled softly, "I don't want a summer fling though." 

"Do you think this guy would be more than that?" She asks, her voice simply curious.

"I don't know."

"He sounds like the perfect boyfriend," she winks. "What happened to the sexy bookstore guy?" Nat was all about the idea of Harry and I together. 

"He doesn't seem like the dating type?" It was true, he didn't. "Besides, he has been weird lately. He has been ignoring me."

"Does he know about Chase and you? You said that Chase was Harry's brothers best friend right?" She asks. 

"Yeah, but they didn't really seem like they were on speaking terms." 

"Maybe he found out and is jealous!" Her voice perks up, her eyes wide with excitement.  

"No, I don't think it's that," I laugh. 

We continue to talk, Nat asking more questions about tomorrow's date with Chase and informs me about how everything with her boyfriend have been. As we continue to talk, a knock comes from the front door. "That's weird," I sit up from my spot on my bed, quirking my ear to see if that knock was coming from my door or not. "Did someone knock on your side?" I ask Nat. She shakes her head no. I shake it off and continue to talk. A loud consistent pounding sounds once again, this time louder and not stopping. "I think someone is at my door. I have to go get it, Jaz and Ben had gone off to Manchester for the weekend to see his mother. Hold on." 

"Be careful!" Nat screams through the screen as I walk out the door. 

With each step, the knocking persists. Who the heck could that be? I look through the peek hole and am met with a mess of chocolate brown curls. What the hell?

I open the door slowly. Sure enough, Harry is standing on the other end, wobbling slightly as he leans agains the doorframe. "Harry?" I say dumbly. 

"Isabella," He slurs. His eyes are bloodshot, the green disappearing behind a sea of red. "Took you fucking forever to get the door," he laughs to himself. He pushes through me and enters my apartment. 

"Are you drunk?" I ask. He turns around, losing his balance slightly but quickly catching himself. 

"I may or may not have drank a bit too much at work tonight." He states. He saunters over towards the couch and plops himself down. His scuffed black boots thrown up on the coffee table. I stand still at the door, completely confused to why he was here. I quickly shake it off and shut the door. 

"Um, wait here." I quickly run to my room. "Nat!" I whisper-yell.

"Iz." Nat whisper-yells back. "Wait, why are we whispering?" 

"Harry is here." I whisper-yell once again. 

"What?!" She yells this time. Her eyes wide her mouth wide open. "Why? How? What?" 

"He's pissed drunk. I don't know why he's here or what to do!" I run a hand through my hair quickly, the curls getting caught in my hand. "What do I do?" I ask, hoping my seventeen sister would have some wise advice. 

"You go out there and kick him out! He has been ignoring you for two weeks. He doesn't have the right to come to your place drunk and out of the blue at what, midnight? Kick his drunk ass out." She states as a matter of fact. 

"I can't do that," I feel bad just thinking about it. He was not in any state to be out on the streets like this. How did he even get here? 

"Iz, he's drunk."

"Exactly. I can't have him drunk and walking the streets. Or worst- driving drunk."

"Are you going to let him stay then?" She asks, her eyes wide. 

"I don't know. I have to go though, he's out in my living room now." 

"Okay! Tell me what happens then. Good luck!" 

"Thanks," I smile once more and quickly shut my laptop. I look at my mirror and cringe at my appearance. I look at my frilly pink pajama shorts and cat printed tank top. My hair is a knotted mess on top of my hair. This was not an attractive picture. Not at all. I grab a hair tie and throw my hair up into a messy bun. This will do. 

I walk out of my room and carefully walk over to where Harry stands. I take a moment to look at his attire. He is wearing his skin tight black jeans with a grey henley - his chest tattoos peeking through. His hair is pulled back in a beanie and I can't help but stare. I quickly shake it off and walk towards him. 

"Harry?" I keep my voice soft, not wanting to startle him. He looks over at me, his smirk stretched over his lips. 

"Hey," His voice is raspy and low. I can feel everything in me tingle and warm up. "Come sit." He pats the seat beside him on the couch. Hesitating, I sit beside him. 

"Why are you here?" I ask, not bothering to beat around the bush. There was a reason why he was here, drunk, and I was going to find out why. 

"You look sexy," he smirks, completely avoiding the question. His hand touches my exposed thigh sending a chill down my spine. I hold my breath as he takes the fabric of my shorts and pulls it. "I like these." He says, his hand letting go of the shorts and brushing my thigh. I squeeze my thighs tight and scoot a bit away from him. 

"You didn't answer my question." 

He sighs. Harry turns his body so that it is now facing me, his knees touching mine. He swings his arm across the couch so that it is around me. He leans in a bit, his hot breath grazing my exposed shoulder. "I wanted to see you." His voice is heavy in confidence. He looks up at me through his dark eyelashes. His breath smells like alcohol, but not as potent as I thought it'd be. 

"Why?" My voice comes out in a small squeak. 

"I think we should be friends." He says to me, his body coming closer. 

"Friends?" I ask. I have no idea where this is coming from. 

"Yes. Friends." His fingers graze my thigh, his eyes breaking contact with mine. His face begins to come closer and I can feel the heat of his breath fan against my neck. My eyes shut quickly. I hold my breath has his hand lands on my thigh and his lips touch my neck. He leaves a few wet, teasing kisses along my neck and up towards my jawline. "What do you say?" He whispers into my ear. I quickly jump from my spot, needing to distance myself from him. If he wanted to be my friend, he couldn't do that. 

"Friends don't kiss other friends necks." I stammer. Harry chuckles at me but doesn't move from his spot on the couch. 

"Noted." He playfully smirks. 

"I'm dating Chase." I quickly blurt. His playful smirk quickly is wiped off his face. His eyes darken and look down. 

"I see." 

"Yeah. So, you can't touch my leg like that. We can be friends. I want to be your friend Harry." He looks up at me, a small smile twitching from his lips. His plump lips that looks so fucking kissable. 

"Alright. We are friends." 

"And you're alright with Chase?" 

"I don't fucking care about Chase." He snarls. 

"Okay." I say while trying to judge his mood. He was just acting all flirty and playful but at the mere mention of Chase and I, he got all... weird. Men, I tell you. They can be so strange sometimes. 

Harry gets up from the couch and begins to walk towards the door. "Stop!" I quickly yell. Harry turns around with a confusion written on his face. 

"Yes?" 

"You can't leave." He gives me an amused grin. 

"Oh? I thought you just said you had a boyfriend." 

"He's not my boyfriend." I quickly say. "But you're drunk and I don't want to be responsible of any stupid things you do while drunk. Sleep here." 

"I usually like to go for dinner first before sleeping with a girl," he jokes. 

"Not like that dumb ass." I laugh. "You can take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

"Don't be stupid, Isabella. I will sleep on your couch." He argues. I don't bother to argue back knowing that it will be a lost cause. He was drunk after all. 

"Fine. I'll be in my room. Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Isabella." He gives me a small, genuine smile and begins to take his shirt off. Shit, I am taken off guard as his define v-lines and tattooed torso makes an appearance. I turn around quickly and walk towards my room, hearing Harry chuckle to himself as I do so.