Diana

Twenty - I'll miss you

Previously

"Way too funny. If y'all didn't get it by now, this war is way more than the kid's death. I'm not going to end it without seeing the fear in your eyes, Louis. Diana, just enjoy these last moments with your lads. Taste the fear that I'm going to bring in soon. This is not the end but the beginning!" Sam sent warnings, which made my heart sink, my mind blank and my body unconscious. Another war?!

A couple of weeks later

I opened my suitcase and started packing all of my stuff. I got all of the things on the table and placed them neatly in the suitcase so that it would take less space. Many of them just brought back memories. As I kept the sunglasses which were gifted by Zayn, in its case, I smiled under my breath.

The night was starting to become freezing cold, so I went down to the hotel's cafe and brewed some fresh hot coffee. I walked down the hallway and was frightened by the sight of my room's door wide open.

'Didn't I lock it? shit!' I thought and increased my pace as I walked towards the door though I was afraid of the consequences.

Taking small steps, being aware of my surroundings and keeping an eye over my shoulder, I went into my room. I shifted my focus from the bed to the centre table, then to that weird painting on the wall and my heart skipped a beat when I heard something behind me.

I slowly turned around only to see an idiot wearing his bathing robe and his eyes were wide open as if they'd fall off any minute, they wouldn't. Nah.

"I'm full of caffeine, thought a shower will solve but NO IT DIDN'T" he walked past me and fell on the bed.

"Basically, you couldn't sleep?" I asked.

"Yesh and hence I'm pissed," he replied.

" Listen to songs and try to relax, Haz," I suggested.

"There's no way I can sleep now. We'll just be awake and have some fun, okay?" enthusiasm rose in his eyes.

"Yeah, silent fun," I replied.

-

We spent the next two hours playing video games and I won most of the matches, ain't new. "Harry, it's 2 am and the flight is at 6. Are you done with the packing?" I asked him.

"Yeah," He replied.

"Oh cool. I'll wash my face and then resume my packing," I told Harry and marched to the bathroom.

-

I wiped the moistness off my face and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Harry with a book. I alerted myself and said, "DUDE, not that book!!"

"Chill, I finished reading it too. I'm in love with that poem you wrote, D. It's just INCREDIBLE," he exclaimed.

"Oh, no. I'm embarrassed," I covered my face with my palms as I sat on the couch.

"You should be proud," he came forward for a fist bump. I forcefully mirrored it.

"You are a freakin artist. Mine's nowhere closer to yours" I rolled my eyes.

"Let me just read it out, just in case you've forgotten about this beauty" He sprung up to his feet, cleared his throat and was getting ready to read. 'This is so stupid,' I thought.

Wanted to be a spark

The light in the endless dark

Don't you listen to your soul?

If you did, you'd never let go

Didn't you feel the pain?