Diana

Chapter 17 : Its Difficult

December 18th

"My parents and Gemma should be here the day before Christmas Eve!" Harry jumped excitedly off the couch like he was a little boy. I just laughed at how stupid he looked.

"I can't wait to meet them!" I smiled taking a sip of hot cocoa as he sat back down as we watched the Ellen show, snuggled in like hundreds of fuzzy blankets. This is exactly why I like winter.

"When do I get to meet you're family?" He asked smiling while poking my arm.

My smile faded, oh no, how am I supposed to tell him? Hey harry about that, you shouldn't meet my family. I'm gonna have to tell him sooner or later I'm just scared on how to do it.

"Harry you wouldn't want to." I said worriedly looking at his facial expression which quickly changed from a wide smile to a frown.

"What? Why not?" He pouted.

"My family isn't really much of a family, it's really hard to explain." I sighed.

"Why can't you just tell me?" He pouted."

"Because it's difficult harry! You just wouldn't want to meet them!" I snapped instantly feeling bad.

"I'm sorry" I whispered.

"Diana, it's fine, but you know you can tell me anything, I am your boyfriend, I will listen to anything you have to say." He said making me cry a little and he immediately pulled me into a hug.

Sometimes I just cry from the littlest things because there's so much going on bad then there's is good. How could I not cry?

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah." I sighed.

"You sure?" He said again as I pulled away.

"Yes babe." I slightly smiled giving my attention back to the television. Harry's phone rang the ringtone being marimba.

"Sorry I got to go take this." I frowned as he got up walking away to the bathroom, I wondered why he couldn't just answer it in front of me.

"Hello?" I heard him say faintly. Followed by,

"Yeah?"

"What no, I'm not doing that."

"No, you can't just control my life like this, yes I know I'm famous but still I have my rights."

"She's 17 years old, that has nothing to do with this." Is this about me? I am confused and I can hear the anger in Harry's voice.

"I can date who ever I want." He said again,

"I love her and that's it, fuck you, bye."

It was about me wasn't it? But who exactly would that be, and whoever they were sounded like they had something against me and Harry's relationship. Harry came back into the living room pissed as ever. I gave him a sad look.

"That was management, they want me to break up with you."

"Wait why?!" I said gulping.

"They said having a girlfriend is not a good image for me in magazines just yet. But I don't care I'm dating you and that's final." He smiled.

I smiled back at him. "Good." I whispered as he walked over to me and practically attacked me with kisses all over my face as I laughed. He can just turn any bad situation to a good one.