Diana {Harry Styles}

Chapter 12.

I listened to skyscraper whilst writing this and it worked well enough. (Only with the flashbacks.)

This chapter is really important! It tells you of Diana's past

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Diana-

Getting up I looked up to the window, and found the eyes I though i'd never see again. The chocolate brown eyes burned into my skull, his mouth grinning from side to side. I turned and started to walk away.

"Hello Diana," The words cut like knives in my brain, and his voice was raspier than it was before. It was Steve.

What?

"H-how did y-ou find m-e?" i stuttered backing up.

"Oh you know, it's not hard..." He grinned rolling his eyes. "Now, do as I say or your little 'mates' will be gone"

I closed my eyes and thought about it hard.

If I don't... One Direction will be gone. Everyone in the world will hate me, I  will be hated everywhere.

If  I do, they will forget about me and go back to touring and have girlfriends, get married and never care about me again.

"Okay. I'll come with you. Whatever it takes for you to stay away from them." I gave in. I couldn't let the boys be harmed.

Is this really the end for me?

"Good choice, well it's not if you would have a choice anyhow.." He trailed off and whistled to large, muscular men in to carry me. Honestly, I wasn't scared. I have known these men all my life, they were my tortures as well. Although, the one who was always on the right didn't like doing 'stuff' to me. He always looked at me with his blue eyes, and whispered sorry to me. I felt sorry for these men, in a way. Steve had control over ever movement they did, and they couldn''t do what they want.

They picked me harshly, although one softer then the other, and threw me  into the back of a van that I knew all to well.

The one of the left- which i'm now calling number one-rolled their eyes at me as I  sat hopelessly in the back whilst he came towards me. Suddenly, a pang of pain came to my cheek as he slapped me. Of course, I was just going to go through the same pain.

Number two, one of the right, gave me a sympathetic smile before grabbing something out his pocket. A gag. "Im really sorry, I mean it- I am so sorry."

I chuckled, as I knew he was going to say that. " If you were sorry, you wouldn't be doing this." He tied the gag around my mouth and didn't look at me as he slouched his way out the back of the van, and shutting the doors behind him.

I was left in the darkness, with only a slit of light coming out the gap between the doors. I felt dizzy, and all of a sudden- I felt as if I was falling into a deep dark sleep.

*BUNCH OF FLASHBACKS*

6 years old-

I skipped home from school, after being told ofF by my teacher and had to stay behind an extra 10 minutes. I hoped Daddy wouldn't mind. When I left for school this morning, something was up wiht him- but I didn't know what.

As I walked through the door, I suddenly screamed as daddy pulled my hair dragging me into the kitchen,

"Daddy your hurting me!" I yelped as he continued to pull at it.

"Good" He spat, and began slapping me and kicking me. I cried for help, but all he did was tell me nasty things and start to hurt me more.