Diana || n.h.

Chapter 13

HARRY'S POV:

I can't believe that Niall asked out Diana, and she said no. 

She was totally into him, and then she rejected him. I need to find out why, but Diana won't tell me.

So I'm going to find out why. And talk to Niall.

I'm already walking over to the apartments, with my bodyguard, of course. I always have to bring him everywhere I go, and it annoys shit out of me. His name is Paul, he's tall, (that rhymed!) and bald.(that almost rhymed!)

I don't really like Paul, because he never lets me tazer myself, and I'm not allowed to call him Pauly Pocket.

That's why, gosh.

I walked inside of the crummy apartment building, and headed to the second floor, where Eleanor's apartment was. Butterflies filled my stomach as I got closer to her door. Paul was silent, as always. He never talks unless he has to, and he's a real jerk otherwise.

I knock on Eleanor's door, and Paul immediatly stands in front of me, incase Eleanor shot me or some shit. I sighed to myself and rolled my eyes at Paul, who stepped out of the way the second Eleanor opened the door. She scowled when she saw me, and let me in.

Hello to you too, Eleanor.

I rolled my eyes once more at her. Her hair was in a messy bun, and I could tell that she wasn't wearing any make-up. El had sweats on and a 'He's My Mickey' shirt on, meant for Louis. I bet Louis has one that says 'She's My Minnie' and they're all sappy and romantic and shit.

My heart slowly ripped apart when Eleanor went and sat on the couch on Louis's lap, so I awkwardly sat on the other chair. I guess I was used to this. I loved Eleanor, and she didn't know it, while Louis, my best mate, is her boyfriend. Erm, pardon me, her 'Mickey'.

Paul sat in the kitchen, and pulled out his Nook and read from it, as always. Louis gave a small wave towards Paul, who ignored him, again, as always.

"Why are you here?" Eleanor snapped, breaking the silence in the room.

"I need to talk to you about Diana," I said, and she rolled her eyes. 

"I'm NOT talking about that bitch." she snorted, and I narrowed my eyebrows at her.

"Don't talk about my sister that way." I snapped, and she rolled her eyes once more. I don't know why Eleanor is suddenly a bitch to Diana. I mean, yea, El's still hot and shit, but she didn't have this attitude before. She's normally so sweet and bubbly, like Louis.

I glanced over at Louis, who was staring at the ceiling awkwardly. I sighed, and shook my head.

"Why do you suddenly have a problem with Diana?" I asked Eleanor.

"Why wouldn't I? She didn't tell Perrie, Dani, or anyone the biggest secret on earth! And we're her best friends! She's been keeping too many secrets from us,"

"Who told you that she was my sister? And what other secrets? And honestly, do you blame her with some secrets? Maybe some of them are personal and none of your business." I defended my sister, although she's not even here, and has no clue that I'm here.

"Niall told us. And the girls and I never keep a secret from her, no matter how personal. Because we're best friends. Well, were best friends with her."

Niall told them? Why? I let it go, and went on.

"Maybe it's too painful for her to bring it up. She won't even tell me, Gram, Will, or Dad. I don't why though, no one does. Maybe it's just too hard on her."

"We're still her best friends, and would've supported her no matter what," Eleanor sighed.

"Diana has lots of stress on her right now, from everything. She has to keep a royal secret with me, just moved to the Palace, and rejected Niall, even though she wanted to date him badly. And if you would've supported her no matter what, you wouldn't have ditched her as your best friend. You said you guys would support her no matter what, and this was just one of her secrets." I explained, and huffed. I left the apartment with Paul before Eleanor could say another word.

I walked down the hall to Niall's apartment. I knocked, and Paul stepped in front of me once more, incase Niall tried killing me. Niall answered the door, and let us in.

Niall had a disgusted expression on his face. Honestly, I'm pretty pissed at him. He told Eleanor, Dani, and Perrie about Diana's secret. Well, it could be her scret, I don't know. But it's something for Diana to tell, not Niall.

"What do you want?" he scowled. Paul sat on a bar stool in the kitchen, pulled out his Nook, and started reading, as always, blah blah blah.

"I'm here to talk to you about Diana," I said, and Niall rolled his eyes. I huffed, and held my head in my right hand. This will be a long talk.

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I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in forever!! I've decided that I wanna put this up for the Wattys Awards! I'm absolutly positive I won't win, because I'm a horrible writer. Lol.

But I still want to for fun! The only problem is, I need to have 30 pages before November 6. And it's the 1st. So I'll be updating a lot from now on, probably.

Please vote and comment! Thanks!!

~Melea