Diana

Chapter Sixteen: "The Truth"

"I know, I know." Shayne tells me and sighed. "He went drunk."

"I... How?" I asked, shocked. 

"I don't know, I was sleeping for an hour and then when I woke up he's just at the sofa.. drunk." 

"Hey, Diana." He slurs and hugs me. "I missed you, where you at Caspar's?"

"Get off me, Harry." I emerged and nod my head. "You're drunk, get to bed or else I'll call the security."

"Don't be so mean, baby." He cups my cheek and I let his hand off my cheek immediately. "Did you know that I love you?"

"Wait what?" I snapped my head to him and raised my eyebrow. "You love me?" 

"Of course, love!" Oh wait, he's intoxicated. And the liquor is talking to me right now and not the actual Harry Styles. I know that he wouldn't say that to me simply because he has a different type; sexy, beautiful, perfect, cute, hot and most of all trusted. He isn't my type and I'm not his type. But I don't know, if he truly loves me and asks for a relationship? I think if I'll say yes, our relationship can't  succeed or face the difficult and complicated situations.

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"You are drunk, Harry." I said, my voice thick. "You're intoxicated and the liquor is the one who's talking to me right now, not the actual Harry Styles that I'm talking right this moment." I told him and he laughs as  drunk laugh echoes or fills the room. 

"Okay, I admit that I'm drunk but remember that I really love you so much." He steps a step forward and kisses my forehead. "I will never lie when I'm drunk, I will always say the truth.. I ain't no liar, you just don't know me much."

So he means that he loves me? No lies? No tricks? No jokes?

"So can you be my girlfriend?" He asks me. Is this even true? He's drunk. But let's try to see tomorrow. 

"Yes." I roll my eyes. "But I know if you're waking up tomorrow, you'll be shocked that both of us are in a relationship."

"I will never ever be shock tomorrow." He tells me and chuckled. "Never will."

"I." I sighed. "Let's see."

A knock suddenly echoes the room as I opened the door and it was just Caspar. Well, why is he here? "Hi, Diana." He smiles, shyly. "If you care hanging out with me? I think it'll be awesome if we're going to shop things at the mall and eat some French food, eh?"

"Hey, don't touch my girl." Harry snaps, drunkenly. Wrapping his arms around my waist. "He's my girlfriend, so get out or else I will call the security."

"Diana? Is this true?" He raises his brow. "I.. I'm not jealous but, I'm just shocked about it." He tells me.

"Harry, I can hang out whoever I want." I told him and emerged at his side and go to Caspar's. "Our relationship or whatever is it called is not finalized yet.. Because you're drunk, you asked for a relationship while you're drunk and intoxicated." I told him and I nod my head. 

"Fine, you can but only for now." He rolls his eyes. "Go home early."

"Don't tell me what to do." I snapped. "Let's go, Caspar." I told Caspar and we walk down the hall and go to the mall and shop things with Caspar. But Harry, telling me I Love You never gets off my head. I try to take it off but it woudn't ungrasp me, the grip is getting tighter or tighter. I don't know what he will say tomorrow morning about this, about all he said while he's drunk. I hope it's not true, because if it is. I think I lied to myself.

"It's amazing." I remark. "Caspar, how many times did you visit Paris?"

"Maybe five or so?" He chuckles and grabs a cute but huge teddy bear. "I think you will sleep comfortable when you're going to sleep with this teddy bear, care to buy it?" He asks me and I grabbed the teddy bear. It seems cute but expensive.