Diana

Chapter 4 : Im A Fan

November 9th

It was early morning about 7am when I woke up. I laid in my bed going through one directions tweets they make me feel so much better. I feel like they are my friends but I know it's never gonna be like that. They are famous and I'm just me, plain old Diana. I've always hated my name really. It makes me feel like an old lady.

(No offense to people named Diana, my brothers girlfriends name is Diana and she's so pretty and yeah)

Besides why would anyone like them want to even be close to me, I am a disgrace. I don't belong here. Everyone knows that. I decided to take a walk maybe get some fresh air and keep my mind occupied for a half an hour or so.

Manchester is a very depressing town, the leaves are already of the trees and they honestly look dead. Two bird will chirp back and forth to each other as the leaves under my feet crumble. It's like me as the leaves. Always feeling like someone is stepping over me and I'm crumbled into little pieces. I felt like saying sorry, but Diana they can't hear you, they are fucking dead leaves.

As I kept walking and looking down at the side walk I came across a dirt road and decided to go down it. It eventually led to a bench and a tiny pond with only 3 fish. I just felt like relaxing a little so I sat on the bench for a few minutes staring at the fish swimming in that dirty looking pond. What is it even like to be a fish? I wondered, they just swim around in the same water they pee and poop in all day, disgusting.

I felt a presence sit next to me and I looked up after realizing there was actually some one there. No it couldn't be, harry styles is not sitting next to me.

"Hi?" I managed to get out but it came out as a question.

"Hello!" He smiled brightly.

"I'm a fan!" I smiled shyly.

"Really? What's your name love?"He smiled again looking into my eyes.

Oh my god he did not just call me love. "Erm, I'm diana."

"Well I'm harry."

"I know that" I giggled a little.

"What you doing out here all alone, you looked kinda sad." He pouted.

"I don't live that far away, and I needed some fresh air so yeah, I'm just thinking about some things."

"You coming to the show tonight?"

"I was supposed to but I can't sadly."

"Why not?" He did a cute pouty face again. Is this a dream.

"Oh well erm, my best friend was going to take me but she's not here she um died." I said looking down. Everything got quiet, a little too quiet.

"Oh that's tough sorry bout that. Well here." He frowned taking two tickets out of his jacket pocket, "please come it would mean a lot, it's a backstage pass too I really want to get to know you better, I've got to say you're really pretty."

My mouth dropped, "Harry, wow. Thank you so much really. I really mean it." I said starting to tear up.

"Oh babe, don't cry it's just tickets." He chuckled.

"I know but this is honestly the best thing that's happens to me in a really long time. You and the boys actually saved my life once and continue to." I managed a smile wiping my tears.

"Do you want to talk it out? If not that fine I just kinda feel bad for you to the point where I feel guilty and I never felt this before and I think I'm beginning to like you, Diana."