My Neighbors //1D

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•EDITED•

✷Quote: "I'd rather be a kid and play with paper planes than be a man and play with a woman's heart." -Niall Horan✷

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This is what happened in the last chapter:

😘MOM😘

I gulp. "You guys better be quiet, or I will do something evil..." I warn them.

"Hi Mom!" I squeal once I answer the phone.

"Hey sweetie. How are your vacations going?" my mom asks.

"Erm...I guess they're okay." I reply, smirking at the boys.

"Well, the reason I called is because...um...Blake contacted us, and told us that he wanted to-"

I hang up, and stare at the ground.

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✔Diana's POV✔

"Are you okay?" Liam asks. I shake my head.

"What's going on? You can tell us..." Louis whispers.

"I...I don't know where to begin..." I murmur.

"Well, you could always start at the beginning." Harry says, and then an "OW!" follows.

I sigh. "A long time ago, when I was 12, I began hanging out with this guy, Blake Spencers. He...was my life. We became best friends, and I started liking him. In middle school, he was always asking me out, and I would decline. He always wanted to kiss me, but I would always tell him that I was waiting for the right time with the right guy. I never gave anyone my first kiss, though. In freshman year of high school, I always caught him with other girls, but he would always apologize, saying that would never hurt me again. Then, he'd sing 'Diana'. He would always say, 'I never would mistreat ya.' He began hitting me a few weeks later, and I got so tired of it, that I somehow escaped from him. I fell into deppression...and I got out of it because of that one day. I was listening to the radio, and 'What Makes You Beautiful' came up. I loved it, and I looked up for more, and I loved those too, and I loved you guys...and then I was no longer deppressed. Now, he's been following me around, and physically trying to get me to come back with him. This is why I moved away from Arizona." I whisper.

I feel a tear rolling down, but Harry wipes it away.

"Haven't you told anyone?" Louis asks.

I shake my head. "Nobody."

Harry growls. "I hate when men hit women. They have no right to."

I smile weakly. "Can we change the subject? I hate talking about this...it makes me uncomfortable."

They nod, and Harry laughs. Everyone stares at him. "Diana, may I know why there has been about 5 different people who've rented this house, but then they leave a few weeks later?"

I tap my chin. "Well there was that one time..."

✧ FLASHBACK ✧

I turn up my One Direction music, and open my windows. I sing along.

"DING-DONG!"

I sigh, and go open the door. My very angry neighbor glares at me. "Could you please turn off you music. We're trying to sleep!" he shouts over the music.