Diana: One Direction Fanfic

Part One

    I wasn't expecting much from that day. I wasn't even expecting to finish it. Nope, all I wanted to do was return to my home and hide under my warm dark blankets until I fell asleep. Just drown everything out; that's what I wanted to do. 

I was walking down the street, not paying much attention to anything at all, when I bumped into him. We fell to the floor in a tumble and I caught a flash of chocolate brown. "Hey, what was that for?" The voice sounded not from here, probably british, and I didn't bother looking at him before picking up my back and starting to fast-walk away. I heard his footsteps trailing behind me. "Um, hello? Are you not even going to say sorry?" I could tell from the way he spoke that he was teasing me, which freaked me out a little to say the least. I didn't know this guy, so why the hell was he acting so nonchalant around me? Not to mention the fact that I just tripped him up. "I'm sorry," I muttered, just loud enough for him to hear, "Just leave me alone, okay?" "Stop for a minute," he said. I obliged, I don't really know why. I guess I was just tired. I knew he was only going to keep following me if I didn't do what he said. "Turn around." I turned around, sighing. He had curly hair and brown eyes, a smile playing on his lips. I thought I might've seen him before, but I couldn't quite place where. His eyes went wide. "Wow, really?" he said. "No gasp? Not even a yelp? Nothing?" "Excuse me," I said, "But am I supposed to be scared of you or something?" "Not quite," he said slowly, "But you are supposed to know who I am, at least." "I know exactly who you are," I replied, "A rapist. Now what do you want?" His smile grew wide across his face. "Your number," he joked. I started to turn around. I'd had enough of this creep. He jumped up in front of me, though, making it impossible to avoid him. "If you're trying to murder me, just get it over with," I said irately. I was only half-joking. It's not like I would've minded death, anyway. At least I didn't think I would. I didn't really have much to live for. "I'm just trying to figure you out," he smiled. "And I'm trying to get the fuck home, so could you just leave me alone?" Suddenly, I heard a scream from a few feet in front of me. A very annoying, girlish scream. "Oh my god! Harry! Oh my fucking god!" The boy turned around and smiled. "Hi," he said, and it irked me how slowly this guy talked. "Can I have a picture with you? I'm a huge fan!" She started crying and repeating 'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I took the opportunity to get away, confused but not caring enough to pursue it, but as I did, I felt his eyes following me. I wasn't cold, but I shivered.