It had been 10 minutes since Niall completely ditched me, again. I don't know why, but I'd expected and dreamt this moment so many times, but it didn't seem right. I didn't understand why, but he just kept dashing off, and walking away, any conversation seemed awkward. Obviously I'd expected that from the minute he walked up to me on the ward, but I'd never imagined it would be this awkward.
Niall?
No answer
Ni-all...?
NI-ALLLLL?
Okay, so he was gone.
I direct messaged him on twitter
Where you gone? Could have said goodbye lol.
And 32 minutes later he replied
Soz sumthin came up bout theo sumthin to do with his feeding he wouldn't eat.
I felt really bad now.
Oh sorry, you should have said. He's okay now isn't he?
He read it but never replied.
Niall?
I typed
I said he's okay now isn't he?
Niall?
Why does everything always go wrong in my life? Anything good that happens turns into a negative in an instant and I'm the one left alone. I had had a lot of troubles in the past, but not like this one. Niall Horan, member of One Direction had started talking to me and I hadn't once asked for a photo or anything, not a signature, not tickets to a concert, not any perfume, or free merchandise, because I never knew what to say. It was so awkward and I couldn't think why.
I just sighed and laid down on my hospital bed. As I looked up I could see something on the ceiling in the corner of my eye, something round and black. A camera. Why was there a camera here? I pressed my nurse buzzer thingy and when sister Martha came I asked her what it was for.
Oh, I don't know, it shouldn't be here though she said.
Someone must have put that there, not the hospital though.
Right, ok thanks.
Anything else?
No.
She walked out.
-Oh Martha...
Yes...
I'm going to need the contact details of the man that paid for this room. A phone number?
I'll see what I can do.
Thanks.
I was fuming, so first of all he paid for my room and I'm thinking oh wow this is brilliant I could get used to this! And now I was thinking, he's put a camera in there, and he isn't speaking to me anymore. I need answers. He was so nice to me earlier, about me being the only proper fan he'd ever met, and how it was a relief, something he'd always wanted to do, something that made him feel 'lucky'. Whatever. Was I seriously being played by a boyband member? For some people they would feel privileged for Niall to even follow them on twitter or Instagram or something, don't get me wrong, I did. I was just so angry and I wanted answers why he had decided he wanted a camera in my room.
I could have screamed so hard.
Martha came back in.
I've got a phone number for you darling, here ya go.
Oh thanks Martha you're a life saver!
I waited until she went.
Mum came again, it was lovely she came to see me twice a day, but it got so BORING.
I waited until SHE went too, then I rang him.
It was ringing
Hello...?
Hey it's Diana
Oh hey
Angry Diana. What's the camera for?
The what
Don't pretend you don't know
Ill be right there, this can't be explained over the phone.
NO, YOU'LL TELL ME NOW!
I burst into tears.
What's wrong, don't cry!
Shut up.
I hung up on him.
