Diana

Chapter 30: "Alone"

Tad of guilt floods in my veins once I rejected Shayne's suggestion when we're in the hospital, I feel uncomfortable on my seat, the situation between us and Shayne is unforgettable. Maybe if I wasn't too harsh on a person, maybe everything will be all right. However, I turned out to be a cruel man in front of a girl when my girlfriend is dying on her own hospital bed, and that's what I really can't underestimate. Earlier's nightmare, worst nightmare just to make it exact flashes through my mind, my head aching because of the problems that spun around me for the past few weeks, or maybe days. Nothing was changed about me, except physically. But mentally, I'm still the actual Harry Styles for the past few years of being on a band named One Direction. I feel guilty, especially when I rejected her. But could we just give her a chance? Maybe that will change everything about me. However, I want to spend my time alone. I'm constantly an independent man if I need to, especially now. But if I feel very distressing about being the independent man, indeed I will find a person that I can hang out. And I'm certainly convinced that I won't be as the miserable man that I'm illustrating in my head for a couple of minutes. And I'm very assure to myself that I will never be that Harry by the time Diana is going to wake up from her comatose.

After a silent drive around London, I'm finally in my flat. I grabbed my house keys, unlocking the front door and it lead me to the living room; books were cluttered around the coffee table as I groaned and threw my bag to the white leather sofa, opening the fridge and grabbed a frozen pizza as I warm it up inside the microwave, waiting for a minute as the clock ticks, spending the rest of the seconds waiting impatiently for the left pizza on the fridge to warm up. It finally beeped as I grabbed the pizza and immediately ate it greedily. It was only a pizza, and the others was eaten by Diana I guess so. I left the plate to the sink, climbing up to the stairs and twisted the silver colored doorknob as it swings open, I throw my shoes to the wooden floor and toss my clothes to the washing basket. I dart to the small shower and the water relieved me once it washed my whole body. I grabbed a sachet of shampoo and ruffle it to my soaked hair, pouring a vanilla bath soap on my palm and spread it to my body. The vanilla smell reminds me of Diana's scent actually, and it's indeed smells very sweet. The water poured me as I stare at the white tile floor, my body shivering by the cold water pouring me. I switch it off and grabbed my towel, drying myself as I wrapped the coffee around my hips and dart to my closet, Diana's left clothes are shown on my closet. I grabbed her large black sweater and grabbed my pajamas, shrugging the black sweater in and shoving my legs inside the thick fabric of the pyjamas. I immediately drop myself to the double-sized bed, her strawberry scent hair filling my senses as I inhaled the pillow's scent. A smile replaced my depressed face, my eyes goes heavy as I fell asleep.

"Harry, what's up?" Diana beams. "Be noisy or else I'm going to whine for the whole day, Hazza." She whines likes a baby.

"All right, all right." I roll my eyes. "Hey there my sweet, adorable cupcake." I lean to her chest, planting soft kisses on her temple.

"I'm glad you spoke." She chuckles. "Oh, Harry. I love you." 

"I love you more, Diana." I murmured and kissed her lips softly. 

"I'm going to go pee, just wait a sec." She excuses herself as she dart to the bathroom immediately, I waited for her patiently, my fingertips playing all over my messy curls. It's been minutes of waiting and I finally rise up from the sofa and I suddenly hear Diana's scream. I gasped and ran going to the bathroom, the door locked as I groaned and slammed the door as Diana's dead body lies down to the white tile floor. I pick her up, blood spilling all over the floor. 

"Diana!" I screamed. Shit. Another nightmare again, it was twelve in the afternoon and the sun is warming me up and the rest of the neighborhood. I rise from the bed and soft noises fills the living room, I suddenly feel intrigued so I rush to the stairs. The boys' eyes meet mine, their smile fades and I take a couple of steps towards them. There hysterical yet odd expression appears.