Diana

Chapter 23: "Non-Relationship"

(So for the readers out there, this will only be a short chapter. Ily all! x)

DIANA'S POV:

"I love you too, Harry." I poked his dimple, the negative remarks of the fans are still fresh on my mind. We stand up from our seats, getting out of Starbucks as cameras flashes to our eyes. I started to get annoyed, so I hooked my arms around Harry's. My head stares down at the ground, the paparazzi were asking questions. And it actually involves about the hate flooding down recently, and it was frustrating to be honest. I just want to shout right in front of their faces but I think I'm being disrespectful in front of everyone. 

We were at the mall, the people's eyes are darted on us. I felt uncomfortable, it's like I'm a criminal in front of everyone. Since the fans treated me like a villain in front of Jullianna and Niall's relationship. I think not only the fans, maybe everyone else. Maybe the other celebrities and infamous people out there. It feels awkward, Harry and I stayed silent. Harry's eyes followed to mine, a sympathetic expression holds his face.

"Is there something wrong, princess?" He asks me, curiously. 

"No, I'm fine." I assured him, placing a warm yet fake smile that curved my lips. 

He didn't respond but we stroll around the huge mall, our hands entwined. Two brunettes run to us, wearing a Harry Styles t-shirt and a paper and a pen were grasped around their hands. "Hey, could we have a picture with you?" The brunette with blue eyes asks. I take a step backward, my arms folded in embarrassment. "With you only?"

"Sure." He said, signing his signature on their paper, taking a picture as I stare down at the creamy tile floor. I tried to calm myself down, to convince Harry that I'm really all right and there is no need a comfort or a cuddle. They were done snapping a picture of them and Harry, I stroll down the mall, scanning each shop and a tear falls down my cheek. A slit was stuck on my throat, I decided to go to the restroom. Looking at my awful reflection, I lift my sleeves up. Washing my face by the cold water and clean it by my handkerchief. A blonde goes to the sink, her head tilt to mine. 

"Oh, look, it's Diana Hernandez." Her British accent speaks. She tucks my hair behind my ear, a glare reveals on her face. "Isn't it good to take revenge, Diana? Isn't it nice to sabotage your whole career and breakup with your boyfriend Harry Styles?"

"Jullianna please." I said, she slams me at the wall. My wrists locked by her hands. She bites her lower lip, I gulped. She placed her hands around my neck, squeezing it tightly as she brings me up to the air. She squeezes it as tight as she could as I lost my breath. I chocked my breath as her grip tightens around my neck.

"Stop, please." I said.

"I will stop if only you will die!" She screams right in front of me, a girl enters the restroom. Her eyes wide open, Jullianna drops me to the floor and the girl gets out of the restroom and Jullianna pulls my hair. "Only for now, Diana." She growls, she gets out of the restroom as I stand up from the tile floor and breathlessly panicking about her. She got dangerous.

I got out of the restroom, spotting Harry leaning on a blank white wall. I ran to him, a smile holds around his lips. He tucks my hair right behind my ear, my head stares down at the ground. "Where did you go?" Harry asks me, lifting my chin up as my eyes darted on his. "I was looking for you for a while."

"I was at the restroom." I said and nod. "And Jullianna was-" I stopped speaking.

"Jullianna? What did she do to you?" Harry asks, curiously. His eyebrows pressed together as he grips my hand. 

"No, it was nothing." I stutter and smiled. 

He brushes his hand to my cheek, a light smile placed around his pink plump lips. "Are you sure about it?" He asks.