Diana (One Direction)

Feelings

Diana, let me be the one to, light a fire inside your heart

"You know, it's very rude to get up and leave in the middle of a session."

I screamed.

"Calm down, it's just me." I turned around to see that the voice was Niall. He laughed at my face, which was a cross between a scowl and a frown. "God, you screamed bloody murder. Jumpy much?" He laughed again.

"Well, maybe if you've gone through what I did, you'll understand why I'm so jumpy." I turned my back to him and walked back down the hall. I sighed when I heard Niall's footsteps behind me. Can't he take a hint? I don't like him, never have, never will.

"What do you want?" I snapped when he finally caught up to me. Seriously, are all famous people this ignorant?

Niall sighed, walking across the other side of the hall from me. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. You stormed out of there and your advisor, Meg, was tearing up the building looking for you. She said yo weren't 'one to normally run away'," Niall said, rubbing the sleeve of his shirt absentmindedly.

Meg was right, I'm normally not one who'd run off like that. But just seeing those boys talk about how much they could "understand" us, just triggered something in me. It wasn't that I hated them, I don't really, I just hate how these kinds of people just use us like this, then throw us away when we're no longer needed.

"Well you found me, you can go tell everyone I didn't kill myself...yet." I chuckled at my own joke, then stopped when Niall had a serious look on his face. "Okay, well anyway thanks for looking for me, I appreciate it, ugh you can go back to your friends now." I felt uncomfortable talking to him like this, so I walked off. Okay, it was really weird talking that close to someone that famous. Like, it's one of those feelings you get if your at someone else's house who's far richer than you or if you have a friend who's more "upper class". That kind of feeling.

"August, wait up." Niall ran up beside me again. "Please don't run away, I just wanna talk."

"About what?" I snapped. He looked taken a back, which didn't make me stop. "Do you expect me to just flat out tell you my whole story? Why I'm here?" I don't know what's up with me and all these sudden outbursts I've been having all of a sudden, but I'm starting to like it. I'm finally standing up for myself and separating the old August to this new character of "Diana". "Well if you want to know so bad, here you go. My mom died giving birth to me, so my dad started blaming me for her death, then started abusing me verbally since I was six, then started to physically do it when I was ten. So I put on a brave face and became the nicest person at school. Because who would've thought August Harp, the student council preisdent, captain of the volleyball team, and soup kitchen volunteer would get abused by her own father? My first boyfriend, Eddie, started to abuse me too three months in our relationship, and I was foolish enough to think that he loved me and that we could get through it together. But I was wrong. Wanna know the best part? I cut. I cut. I cut. I cut. I cut to take everything away," I chuckled darkly. "But nothing really ever 'goes away', it'll stick with you forever and no one will ever let you forget."

I looked down at my shoes. "I threw away everything...I've bottled up so many things for far too long, I think I've lost myself in it."

"I-I didn't," Niall started.

"Save it, I've heard the same thing from a million other people." I straightened up. "So, yeah, go tell your media friends that and I'll be waiting for the news story to come out."

I started crying as I left Niall standing there. I didn't realize we took the stairs down instead of the elevator, so my room was a couple doors down. I decided to go into the bathroom to fix up my appearance. I nodded at the guard by the door, since we need supervision to go in here because they're afraid of the things we might do in there. It pointless though, they roam our stuff twice a day to make sure we didn't have any harmful things and make us watch a silly video on "how important we are to life" if they caught anything.

I quickly ran into a stall as I heard the door open. I peaked through the little crack to see who came in. It was Niall and Harry. "Shit," I muttered. I sat on the toilet with my legs up, so they wouldn't notice it was me.

"So she hates us because she thinks we're arrogant celebrities?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I think so. But you should've seen her face when I scared her, she looked so vulnerable and small, especially when she told me her story. She's really convinced that management is making us do this for publicity."

"Well, hopefully we'll change her mind over these few couple weeks. So why do you find such a sudden interest in her all of a sudden? Does little Nialler fancy August?" Harry teased.

I blushed, even behind the stall and I'm pretty sure Niall did too.

"I don't know. I just wanna help her, you know? She's special and I like that she's outspoken and is not ashamed of any of this."

"So you like her?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Well you sound love struck."

"Says the 'lovedoctor' Harry Styles everyone."

"I know, and that's why you should be listening to my advice, Niall."

Even though I felt extremely flattered and embarrassed at the conversation they were having, I couldn't help but giggle quietly at their bickering. I found it the most amusing thing I've ever witnessed since I came here. Sad? I know.

"What advice?"

"The one I'm trying to give you, but that thick skull of your's won't accept that you've developed a real crush on someone within two hours."

"Has anyone ever called you an ass before?"

"Yes."

"Good because you're an ass. I can't exactly form what you'd call win her heart because her last relationship didn't end well and I think she's trusting issues ever since."

"First of all, I wasn't going to tell you to win her heart. I was going to tell you to not treat her like she needs fixed, try to understand her. I think she's the headstrong type of girl, so most likely, she'll end up yelling at you a lot."

"Since when did you become this 'expert of love'?"

"I'll happily tell you that I watched this chick flick last night on the plane and it opened my eyes to the female perspective. And I like August too so far, so I don't want you fucking things up."

"Gee, thanks."

"Anytime. We should get back to the boys, Liam wanted to do a Twittcam here."

"Yeah."

I heard the door shut, so I put my feet back on the floor. I peaked through the crack just to make sure and opened it when I thought the coast was clear.

Did they seriously just have that conversation about me? Do I really appear headstrong and stubborn? A small smile appeared on my face as I took it as a compliment. I wasn't sure if I could really feel that way about Niall, or anyone in general after what happened before when I thought someone "loved" me. I wish Sam was here, he'd usually give me guy advice. But I don't think his advice would really help me out now.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a wild mess. My eyes were all red and puffy, I guess from all the crying and crap. I splashed some cold water in my face and wiped it with some toilet paper.

I'm still convinced that at least SOME of it was for the publicity, but I guess it made me admire them a bit more than before. But at least they realized that I wouldn't easily come around. I really hated when people thought I could easily be "fixed" because I'm not broken.

At least that's what I tell myself everyday.

~Xx~

Thanks for the comments and votes:) Please no hate if what I made Harry and Niall say in their conversation was out of character, I couldn't really figure out what their real personalities were so yeah... Think of this update as a little gift since tomorrow's Monday:(

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