Harry is so fucking famous, he's had so many tours and records. I haven't seen him for months now and I'm really worried. Everytime I call him, he answers, but he always says he's busy. The last time I talked to him, he said he loved me and he'd never want to lose me. Since I'm worried, I check the internet on some articles about him. I search up Harry Styles...
I can't fucking believe what I'm seeing.
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"Harry Styles spotted with a girl, shopping in Downtown LA"
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The fuck is this shit.
I check the pictures. THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS. SHE LOOKS WAY MORE FORMAL THAN ME AND HE LOOKS LIKE A MODEL. HARRY AND THE GIRL ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER, SMILING.
THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE ME.
I get a call from an unknown number. "Hello?" "Diana..." a raspy voice comes from the line. It's Harry! "Yes?" I say back with a serious tone. "Umm...did you see the news already?" I remain silent. "Look let me expl-" I cut him off. "You don't have to explain that you cheated on me. You don't answer my calls. You're always 'busy' Probably with your new girlfriend. I thought you loved me!" I say back sobbing a little. "Look I do love you but-" "But what! Tell me huh! Why should I believe you saying that you love me when I saw clear pictures of you enjoying the moment with that girl! And you have the guts to say you love me?! You lied to me, Harry. You fucking lied to me!" I shout back at the last part. "What the fuck, Diana. Can you even let me explain? Probably no cause you want me to yourself like you 'own' me. If this is how you're gonna act. Then we're over, jealous bitch." he ends the call.
What the fuck did he just call me.
I go to my room and lock the door. My eyes fill with tears. I can't deal with this. Why would he lie to me? I thought everything was fine. I cry so much that my vision starts to fuck up. My eyes close and I fall to the ground...
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I wake up and I'm crying. I'm trying to work on my breathing, but I'm still sobbing. Harry hears me and he immediately sits up. He looks alerted.
It's 2 AM.
"Babe, what's going on. What happened?" he asks me he was talking so fast, this means he's really worried.
I try to talk in between my sobs. "You became fa-mous and - you chea-ted on me. Our relationship fucked up. You called me a bit-" he cuts me off. Harry brings me to his shoulder. He has his arms around me.
"Don't cry. It's just a dream. I won't leave you. It's just a dream. You are and will be the only girl I'll love. Okay. Keep that in mind." He turns his head to kiss my hair. I pull back and look at him. We kiss.
He's all I need right now.
We kiss for about 5 minutes and I look at him again. We gaze into each others' eyes. His green eyes are already enough for me. He puts his hands on my cheeks again. My sad feelings go away. "That was just a dream. Okay? That will never happen. I promise you. I will never forgive myself if I lost you. Let's sleep now. Sweet dreams, princess" I nod at him still paranoid about the dream, but I feel more calm now. We go back into bed.
It was just a dream. Just a dream.
I wake up the next day and look at my window. The weather is really good. I try to move out, but I couldn't move. Oh yeah, right. Harry still has me wrapped around in his arms. He moves slightly trying to wake up. "Good morning!" I say
with my soft morning voice. "Good morning, love" he greets me. His voice cuts a bit, but it's still really raspy. Damn. His morning voice gives me the feels.
