Trip to New York; h.s.

6| Diana

 Diana

 Damien ended the thing with me and him. I don't know if there was ever a 'thing' between us, but he told me we had to stop seeing each other. 

 It was causing this weird rift between me and Harry, so I guess it was slightly good we ended whatever we had. So, as we're walking down 5th Avenue, shopping, I tell Harry.

 "He what?" Harry sputters, spitting the sip of his Starbucks coffee he had taken out onto the concrete. He got some weird looks. "Why would he do that? I thought he liked you." 

 I rolled my eyes at his act. "Harry, it was making you act weird and stuff. I saw how you looked when we were around. I guess Damien saw the way too," I said, smiling at him as he walked to a trash can and threw his empty cup away. 

 "What way? I was being a way?" Harry asked cluelessly. 

 "Harry, you obviously didn't like Damien. There has to be a reason," I said, shoving him slightly. 

 He smiled that cheeky smile of his before dragging me into a store called Top Shop. It was completely white on the inside, music playing overhead that made you feel like you were in a club. An escalator went downstairs to the men's area, another one going up to another women's section. 

 There were racks of clothes, clothes hanging on the walls, clothes on tables, clothes everywhere. Except for the middle of the store, where a white platform had been set up with five microphones. 

 I glanced at Harry, seeing if this was something he'd planned. 

 "Harry, did you do something?" I asked, pointing at the platform. 

 He shrugged his shoulders at me as the music cut and a voice came over the speakers, including the ones on the platform.

 "Ladies and gentlemen at Top Shop, we have a special live performance by the British boy-band, One Direction!" a lady announced, making everyone in the store scream as the five boys made their way to the platform. 

 I found a smaller platform in front of their's; the one I was standing on had mannequins behind me, but I didn't care. I had to see and know what this was all about.

 "Hello, Top Shop," Harry greeted, smiling at the fans that had flooded into the store and formed a large crowd.

 "Hi, Harry!" everyone, including me, screamed back. 

 "This is another special live performance and this song goes out to a special friend by the name of Diana. And she's standing right there," Zayn said, pointing at me. 

 I felt myself heat up and blush, looking down at the platform I was standing on. 

 "One, two, three, four!" Harry yelled, counting off what I assumed was the DJ. 

 Drums and a guitar started playing and Zayn leaned into his mic. "Diana," he sang, looking at me. 

 "Oh my God," I laughed, shaking my head at the boys. 

 "Diana," Zayn sang again.

 "The front pages are your pictures

 They make you look so small

 How could someone not miss you at all," Liam went next.

 "I never would mistreat ya

 Oh, I'm not a criminal

 I speak a different language, but I still hear your call," Harry soloed, pointing directly at me.

 "Diana, 

 Let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes

 You've been lonely

 You don't even know me

 But I can feel you crying

 Diana, 

 Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life

 I don't think you even realize

 Baby, you'd be saving mine," they harmonized together, making goosebumps appear on my arms.

 They finished the song a couple minutes later, making the whole shop explode in cheers and claps, me included. I remembered what Niall had told me about the song. Maybe he was right. Or maybe Louis really did just change the name to Diana. 

 Whatever happened, I liked it. 

 As Harry got off the platform and started talking to the lucky fans in the store, I smiled and watched him take pictures, sign autographs, hug and talk to them. He was a genuinely good person, that was one thing I knew for sure. 

 One thing I didn't know for sure was what this new feeling was towards him. Was it possible that I, Diana Richards, was starting to like life-long-second-best-friend Harry Styles?

 I certainly hope it's possible.