***Niall's POV***
Right now I'm in my room at Zayn, and I's flat and I can't stop thinking about Diana. How could such a pretty and sweet girl be so insecure? I just wish there was a way I could help her. I lied back on my bed and thought about ways I could help.
Ding! Ding! Ding! I could write her a song! I got up and grabbed my guitar. I also grabbed a notepad and pen. I sat on my bed and started to sing what ever came to mind. An hour and lots of thinking later I was done. I started singing.
"Front page is all your pictures
They make you look so small
How could someone not miss you at all?
Oh I never would miss treat you
Oh I'm not a criminal
I speak a different language but I still hear your call!
Diana,
Let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes
You look lonely
You don't even know me
But I can feel you crying!
Diana
Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life
I don't think you even realize
Baby you'll be saving mine." I sang. I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I got up and opened it. Zayn stood there.
"We're having a movie night downstairs. You can come if you want." Zayn, said.
"Can I invite Diana?" I asked and he nodded. I grabbed my phone and called Diana.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hey Di, it's Niall wanna come over for a movie night with the boys and I?" I said/asked.
"Sure, but could you pick me up?" She asked.
"Sure I'll be there in ten." I hung up and ran down stairs. I grabbed my keys and ran outside and hopped in the car.
Ten minutes later I was in the driveway of her house. I honked the horn and she came running out. She got in the car and I started away.
"Listen about yesterday I'm sorry if you didn't want me to know about your you know...-" she cut me off by putting a hand on my leg.
"Niall, it's ok I probably would have told you later but you know now so." She said. I turned back to the road not realizing it was a red light and a car slammed into Diana's side of the car.
The last thing I remember before blacking out was lights.
YOU ARE READING
Diana
FanfictionHello my name is Diana, I'm seventeen years old. There is a story I want to tell you. But I don't have enough time. I have something to do.