Diana (One Direction)

Knowing You

 Diana, let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life

They made us sit in a circle and go around and say our names and something interesting about ourselves. This felt worse than my regular therapy sessions. Was this really necessary? Do they realize that we're not little kids huddled in a classroom with crayons and toys? We're not going to run home to mommy and daddy from the bus stop. All smiles and laughter.

I don't even know where I should go from now.

"August it's your turn my dearie," Harry said in a fake old lady voice, earning a laugh from me and the other boys. I didn't realize that everyone else in the room was either asleep or not bothering to participate in this at all.

"August? I thought it was Diana?" Zayn asked, confusion hinted in his voice.

"Don't they call her Diana as a nickname?" Liam asked, staring at me in wonder.

"But her real name's August, right August?" Niall asked me, nudging my side.

"Who the hell is August?!" Louis said, exasperated.

I coughed awkwardly. "That'd be me. But you guys can call me whatever you want. I sometimes lose track of who's talking to me too." I chuckled lightly. I could feel my cheeks reddening a bit from all the attention given to me by the world's most popular boy band in the world all because of a nickname I was given here.

"Hmm. August or Diana? Diana or August? Augana? Digust?" Harry asked, to no one in particular. The other boys laughed at him, causing me to laugh as well.

I'm also beginning to realize the toll these boys have on me too. They're actually getting me to laugh and smile without any intentions at all. Maybe I was wrong about them earlier - way wrong about them. They actually seem like good hearted people, and maybe this program can help me and the rest of us. Maybe it can help me to change and to become-......

I should stop being so optimistic. What if this doesn't work? Just more wasted time.

"Maybe AD...or what about DA?! Dad? Daddy?! Daddy!" Harry exclaimed, hugging me. On my right, I could feel Niall tense up a bit. Was he jealous? Of Harry and I?

"Um maybe we should just stick to August...But anyways, I'm August and ugh..." I couldn't find anything interesting about myself to say. I volunteered in the soup kitchen since I was 7? I was a top level girl scout ever since kindergarten? "I can draw not crappy," I said, it sounding more like a question than a statement.

"Oooo, Zayn can draw not crappy either! Maybe you guys can draw a picture of me in my model pose!" Harry exclaimed, getting into an exaggerated model pose. We laughed at him. I don't think I've laughed this hard for a while now. It felt like a good change. A really good change.

"You look really happy," Niall whispered in my ear. I smiled to myself and nodded to him, blushing a bit more. Thank God I left my hair down today, or he'd see the fine shade of red on my cheeks.

"I feel happy. I'm starting to rethink that this program isn't as bad as I thought it'd be," I said, laughing. Niall chuckled along. We didn't pay attention as the boys went along the rest of the circle. We just talked from there. About our thoughts about all this, his tour, my likes and dislikes, his likes and dislikes, and a bunch of other things.

"Niall, August? Do you guys have something to share?" Louis teased, smirking. I didn't see that they reached the rest of the circle. The circle looked smaller, but I guess it's because most of the other people stayed on their chairs.

"Oh, quit it Louis. Get back to your family circle time," Niall said. Louis rolled his eyes, then winked at me. Oh, boy.

Before I knew it, the timer went off, signaling that the session was over.