Diana (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

***Diana's POV***

As I step into what is my home for the next week, I look around. The tall walls surrounding me are a light chesnut color. Decorated with picture frames holding pictures of young boys, loving mother, and a caring father. Things I wish I had in my life. I walk a little further into the house and barely knock over an ornate vase. It is a skinny and tall blue vase with small green leaves wrapping around it. It looks like a fortune but then again, so does their house.

Niall walks in behind me with his head low in thought. I wonder what it is he's thinking about. I'm not sure if I want to know. Something tells me it's about me. If it is, nothing new is happening. I've always been a "freak" to the public while all the other girls were considered "princesses." I don't know what made me anything less than them. I've been told that I have charming features. I'm just like any other girl. I have feelings and I'm constantly on my computer. What makes me any different? I just don't understand.

Why are people so complicated. Not only the ones with perfect lives and cherubic faces and amazing personalities. But also the ones with perfect lives, cherubic faces, and terrible personalities. There is a saying, "bullies make people feel bad because they're insecure," but that's not always true, right? I mean all I see is a person with friends, people that love them, and everything they want in life.

And then there's me. I'm a girl who knows she's ugly yet people give white lies to try to boost my confidence. It works sometimes but most of the time it makes me feel worse. All they do is pity me.

All they do is pity me...

"I already put your stuff upstairs. If you want you can go rest. You must be tired," Niall breaks me away from my thoughts.

"Thank you but I'm not really that tired right now. I'm just going to go to the bathroom."

"Okay," he gives me a warm smile. So warm it could melt my insides at any moment.

I walk upstairs not knowing exactly in what direction I'm walking in but I might as well look. I go down the hall, last door on the left. That's usually where the bathroom is in just about every movie.

I open the door and a shade of blue envelopes me. It's a pretty light blue almost baby blue but not quite there yet. This is definitely not the bathroom. Judging by the posters, it's probably Niall's room. Some of the posters consist of Justin Bieber, Michael Buble, and Coldplay. I've never really been that much a fan of Justin's music but I think it's cool that he's not affected by all the haters. There is no reason to hate someone even if they did something wrong and he didn't do anything wrong.

"So I see you like my room?"

"Holy shit, you scared me, Niall."

"Haha, sorry. So do you like Justin?"

"I don't really listen to pop music that often. More like alternative pop, classic rock, punk rock. Stuff like that."

"Alternative pop?" He raises his right eyebrow.

"Like Florence & The Machine and The Xx. I don't know what to call it haha."

"Oh, like electronic stuff?" He's obviously confused as fuck.

"I have no idea." We both laugh at our mutual confusion and sit on his bed.

"Do you have wifi here?"

"Yeah, the password is macho_nacho." His cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Macho nacho? I'm guessing you really like food."

"Excellent observation," he playfully rolls his eyes.

Lesson of the day:

Don't judge a book by its cover.

(Yay! Hope you liked this chapter. I will try to update more often once I finish this whole science fair shit.

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