Diana || n.h.

Chapter 8

HARRY'S POV:

I was sitting in my room, listening to Edward Sheeran. He's a great singer, I think. His music soothes me when I'm having bad days, I guess.

And bad days tend to happen to me a lot.

Everything right now, revolves around William and Diana.

William, because he's perfect. William, because he found his true love. William, because he has a kid, with some dumb-ass royal name, George. William, because he'll be King before Harry. Blah blah, William.

I understand that Diana is a big deal right now, I mean, we haven't seen her for 18 years, and she randomly pops out of no where.

But no one seems to care that I'M the one who FOUND her. It's all about Diana, that's all.

I really shouldn't be blaming Diana, I guess. It's not her fault, really. I SHOULD be blaming William though.

He always is this fancy shmancy stuck up dude who's all 'proper' and 'pinkies up' shit. No one really cares about me, I'm that goth prince no one notices, basically.

I'm NOT goth, though. Yea, I don't ewar fancy clothes every fucking day. I wear a t-shirt and skinny jeans, I didn't think that was bad.

 I do dress up, when I have a speech, or have some fancy event, whihc is probably about every other week, sometimes every week.

I sighed and got up. I had too much stress on me with this girl I fancy a lot.

I've fancied her ever since I introduced her to Louis. I then saw the imaginary fireworks in between them, and it was love at first sight for them.

I just wish Eleanor was mine.

But she's not, she's Louis's.

And I needed to tell someone, someone I could trust.

I got up from my bed, turning off my iPod touch, that was plugged into its speakers. I left my bedroom silently, and went across the hallway to Diana's room. I didn't hear anyone making a sound, but I could tell that her light was on.

I lightly knocked on the door. "Diana? Can I talk to you?" I whispered. I waited about a minute, and then Diana opened the door, her chocolate brown hair in a messy bun, her green eyes staring into mine.

"What do you need to talk about?" she asked.

"I need your help," I sighed.

"For what?" she asked, and then relaxed her tense shoulders. Diana opened the door further and let me in. I stalked over to the couch in front of her bed, and plopped down onto it, her sitting next to me.

"I need your help with a girl I love," I sighed, once again.

"Who is it?"

"You promise not to tell ANYONE?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

She nodded. "No, you have to royally promise, which means, if you break this promise, you cannot be a princess anymore, and your family will disown you, Diana," I said, looking straight into her eyes.

She sighed. "Alright Harry, I royally promise not to tell anyone," 

I gave her a small smile, and looked at my hands, which were resting on my lap. "Well... I think I'm in love with... Eleanor," I said.

"Oh my God," she said, and her eyes grew wide. Diana quickly stood up, and started to run away from me.

I quickly stood up after her and ran after her. We were trying to be as quiet as possible as I was chasing her down the hallway. It was past fucking midnight, everyone was asleep, except for a few maids and a ton of guards.

When she reached downstairs, she got lost right away, and I smirked. I grabbed her arm when she didn't notice, and she struggled to leave my grip.

"Diana, just stop," I whispered. She surprisingly stopped, and I smiled gently. She rolled her eyes and we sat on one of the couches in the lobby.

"You royally promised you wouldn't tell anyone," I said. She looked down at her feet.

"I know," she just barely whispered.

"Please keep your promise," 

She nodded. "I will, Harry,"

And with that, I kissed her on top of her head, and we walked back upstairs, to get some sleep.

DIANA'S POV:

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I woke up the next morning to the brightness of sunlight pouring into my room. I sat up, and Gram was opening the blinds of my 3 gigantic windows.

"Gram?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"Oh, Diana! We're going to be getting your new wardrobe today, love!" she smiled.

What? What does she mean?

"What do you mean?" I asked, standing up to stretch.

"I mean, that your going to be dressing up as a princess from now on. Basically, how Kate would dress. You may choose the colors and designs, of course," she smiled.

"Oh, alright Gram," I shrugged.

It can't be that big of a deal, it doesn't really matter to me. "Well, you go take a hot shower, dear. Come down to the dresser's room on the third floor when you're ready," she winked, and left my room, shutting the door behind her.

I rubbed my tired eyes once more, and walked over to my huge closet. I didn't realize it was already filled with fancy clothes. Well, I guess not filled.

It had about 5 dresses, and I think they were all from Kate, maybe even some from Gram.

Wow, hand-me-downs from the queen of England?

Okay...

I shrugged and picked out a blue dress that went to the tops of my knees, and had quarter-length laced sleeves. I grabbed some nylons and headed to my bathroom.

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Sorry it's shortish and boringish. It will get better, I promise.

I can't update NMB3 tonight, I don't have time, sorry. I'll see if I can double update that though, tomorrow. Kay? Kay.

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