Diana

Chapter Eleven: "Mobbed" (i don't have any idea what will be the title XD)

(A/N: -rant time- so there will be schedules of the updates. I’m going to try to make the chapters long. So here’s the sched. Friday (8pm), Saturday (3/8pm) and Sunday (2/3pm but I’m going to write today because I’m so bored -.- so rant done! Enjoy!)

Chapter Eleven: “Mobbed”

**Harry’s POV**

So, I heard the boys that they’re having a walk later twelve in the afternoon. The boys asked me if I wanted to go but I ignored them and went on bed and sleep. Diana is still in my mind of course. There was a question that spins around me “Is she all right?” I wanted to come over and talk to her but I know that she’s going to ignore me and never talk to me again. And she will be more hurt. And the fans will be more jealous than before.

I don’t know how is she doing simply because that she’s not beside me. I’m quite used being right beside her—shout each other, talk some random things and laughing loudly in public—I missed that. But all we do is argue, shout, and cry. Guys do cry and I know that I’m that guy too. She’s fragile, a princess—a sweet princess, and the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever met or argued with. I didn’t tell her that she was beautiful but I guess it’s too late. Did I tell her already? I think I didn’t yet.

The boys were gone and ate lunch together while I’m all alone again just like yesterday. I really want to go with them but I don’t want to be mobbed, I don’t want them to see me like this—pair of bloodshot eyes, a very reddish nose, and a very exhausted or sick look simply because if they saw me like this I know that they will really blame Diana that she made me cry despite the fact that it’s not all true.

I undress myself and entered the warm shower; I opened the showerhead and allow the warm water to snake around my body. I poured a little bit of shampoo on my head and soaped my body. Once I’m all done, I rinsed my body. All the stress is gone but Diana doesn’t let go of me or even ungrasp my body for only a moment. She’s all in my mind; her voice was echoing my mind. Even though that she’s very mad at me—I could feel her crying, I hope that I can light her eyes on fire again. Do you know what I mean? To light her up again—to bring her back to the happy one, the funny one and the cheeky one. I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel and dried myself, I ruffled my wet curls and wrapped my towel around my hips. I exited the warm room and opened my closet, grabbing a black t-shirt and very tight jeans. You know that I really love tight jeans.

I decided to get out of the house and have a walk; I think I look better today. The bloodshot eyes aren’t too obvious or worse than earlier or last night. I grabbed my phone and finally dismissed myself. I wonder where the boys ate lunch today? I hope that fans won’t be asking where am I today. I don’t want them to respond that I’m crying or I’m not all right. I don’t want everyone to know that I’m not okay just because they are going to hate on Diana again that she made me cry, I don’t want her hurt again. I don’t want her being snob at me. And I don’t want to fail to change her.

I know that there’s no hope, but can we just try?

I grabbed my keys and unlocked my car that I haven’t used for a couple of months today, the engine roared to life as I sighed a relief. I thought that this wasn’t working already but I’m glad that this car is still functioning. I drove going to the park and just stay alone and think what to do.

It’s been a silent drive since I didn’t open the radio or calling someone. One of the boys sometimes ride with me every time I’m using the car and I think this was my first time driving alone the street, Louis was my usual companion every time I’m driving but since he bought his new car few weeks ago he doesn’t rides with me already, she’s with Eleanor all the time.