Diana (One Direction)

Starting Out

But I can feel you crying

After I ate breakfast with Niall, I went to the building's library while he went back to meet with the other boys.

I scanned through the collection of books on the shelves, looking for something that caught my eye. I usually liked to pick a new book every week to entertain myself here. But nothing seemed to stand out though. I spun on my heel and walked to the other side of the shelf.

All the books seemed to be health books, which I'm guessing is for the faculty here. I crouched down on the floor, hoping that I would find a good book on one of the bottom shelves. My fingers ran across each of the book's spine, tracing the titles of each.

"How could you skip Gone with the Wind? It's a classic," a voice said over my shoulder.

Scared, I screamed, making both the person and me jump.

"Whoa, calm down it's just me." I stood up from the ground just to see the face of Harry.

"What is up with you guys and scaring me?" I mumbled. "Is it scare Diana day or something?"

"Diana?" he asks raising an eyebrow. "I thought your name's August." He walked over to another shelf and started skimming through the books.

I sighed. "It's a long story." I picked out a random book and checked it out, just to avoid a conversation with him. It felt weird talking with him or any of the boys, even this morning with Niall, because of the conversation I wasn't suppose to hear in the bathroom. I didn't bother to read the title of it until I walked out of the library. Human Genetics.

"Hey, August, wait up!" Harry called up behind me, I could hear his footsteps behind me. Talk about major deja vu.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked, walking slightly ahead of him. I didn't even know where I was planning on going to. I just wanted to be alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Just me, myself, and I. I made a sharp turn and sped forward just the tiniest bit.

"Why is it so hard to have a normal conversation with you?" he muttered as he walked along side me. I didn't notice he had any tattoos until now. The ones on his arms peeked out from under his sleeve and I could make out the birds on his chest....

Quit it, August. That's weird.

I stopped walking, making Harry bump into me since he walked a little behind me. "Just to let you know, I am very capable of holding a conversation. I don't know why all of you guys find me so interesting and why you guys want to talk to me all the time, but if it's just to criticize me or anything else, save it for someone who cares." I continued to walk on forward, not bothering to check if Harry was still following me.

I don't know why I was being so difficult either. I just had a peaceful conversation with Niall this morning, but now I'm turning into the an axe murderer. I checked to see if Harry was behind me still, but the hallway was empty. At the same time, I was both happy and disappointed that Harry didn't follow me. Happy that he could take a hint and I was finally alone, but disappointed that I had lost my company.

I wasn't always like this. I was really easy to get along with and to talk to. People came to me for advice all the time, and I'd give them it. I don't think anyone would ask me for any anymore. I guess it's because people change. And some people think change is a bad thing.

I shook the memories out of my mind and checked the time in one of the rooms I walked by. I only had seven minutes to get to my session! Oh, crap!

I ran down the hall and ran up the stairs, the elevator would take too long to wait for. As soon as I was on the second floor, I sped down the hall into the same room I was when I first met the boys. Hopefully, this time, Peter won't be there to make any "comments".

Meg is probably mad at me for failing to meet her at my room so she could escort me here and make sure that I take my medicine, which I hardly ever take. But she can handle everything herself. Again, I don't need a babysitter.

I opened the door quietly, trying not to cause too much attention to myself. But, as always, everyone stops what they're doing to stare at me.

"Better late than never, Miss Harp," our therapist for this session, Doctor Roan, said in her cold, mean voice. She was one of those mean old people that probably spit on puppies and watch soap operas in their spare time.

"Sorry," I muttered, lowering my head. I sat by the red head again and adverted my gaze to some place other than Doctor Roan. I really don't want to look at that again. I noticed that the boys were sitting behind her, laughing silently and mimicking her as she gave us a lecture on good behavior and manners since we wouldn't have her anymore because the boys will be taking over. It felt like high school all over again.

"Sadly, I will no longer be seeing you children anymore," yeah, very sad indeed, "but I want you to give these young men your very best respect and try to your hardest on listening to them." It did feel like high school again. As if she were to be the teacher, we the students, and the boys as the substitute or something.

"And don't fawn over them like the rest of the population do." I know for a fact that at least 3/4 of the people in this room never heard of One Direction ever in their life. My guess is that they were probably the mainstream avoiders like I tried to be. I'm trying really hard to not use stereotypes in this.

"It was a pleasure to meet you Harry, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Lewis." I stiffled my laughter when she pronounced Louis' name wrong. It must suck to have people mispronounce your name all the time. "You boys will need it," she muttered, patting Harry's shoulder then walked out the door.

"It's Louis. Louis. Louis. Louis," Louis said as the door closed, glaring at it as if his eyes were lasers and the door was Doctor Roan's head.

"Okay," Liam said, standing in front of us. "Now let's try to get along and not kill each other over these next couple of weeks, okay?"

"THIS IS BULLSHIT," a boy, Josh, yelled. He was known for his common...outbursts...like right now. No one really paid attention to him, mainly because we were all used to his "opinions" by now.

"Um thanks for the moral support, Josh," Liam replied sarcastically. "Why don't we all play a little game to get to know each other?" he suggested. The other boys nodded in agreement.

Groaning, I sunk down in my chair. This was going to be a long couple of weeks...

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