Diana

Chapter 31 - Coming Over

I shrug my coat on and head to my car, making my way to the hospital, enormous buildings surrounded me as I pull over on a vacant parking lot, shutting the engine off and darted to the entrance door, the doors swung open and ran to the elevator, the toxic scent surrounds the atmosphere, the elevator doors swung open. My palm touches the doorknob, but a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned around as I'm face to face with Shayne. I quietly startled. A grin spreads around her face, a slight dimple revealed on her left cheek. "Hey, Shayne." My voice speaks in a flash. "Where's mum?"

"Your mom is coming over?" She questioned.

"Yeah," I nod. "Did you saw her?"

"Nope, not yet." She shakes her head.

Yes, our conversation was very awkward for five minutes. She said she'll be fetching Ace from the airport, her boyfriend. I don't have no idea why she chosr that nerdy dork over Niall, they're perfect.. I guess? Why am I acting like Diana?

Simon calls me as I rolled my eyes and waited for my phone screen to turn black. My mum and my sister walks over the hallway, I rose from the seat. Kissing my mum's cheek and embraced Gemma. "I missed you." I mumbled.

"What a little brother." She chuckles. "Indeed I miss you too, Harold Styles." She scoffs

"Don't call me Harold." I huffed.

"So, where is Diana?" My mum asks. I pointed Diana's hospital room and she nods, entering the small hospital room. Gemma and I went inside too, my mum's eyes goes watery, her palm clamped around her lips. "I feel so sorry for her." She sniffed. "Isn't she beautiful, Gem?"

"Indeed she is." She nods.

"So she has heart failure and comatose, am I right?" Her eyes meet mine.

"Yeah," I gulped. "We should better get out and have early dinner."

"Sure." Gemma smiles. "Make sure it's good for my appetite, Edward."

"Ha ha, f'course." I rolled my eyes, but a grin spreads around my face. I'm glad, gladly proud of myself that I got my old ego back. I know it's only been days. But it feels months that I never spoken to Diana. She wasn't a perfectionist unlike other girls that I dated, she's just as simple as other girls: their laptops on, fan girling, and squealing when they read fan fictions. But Diana isn't reading much, her ego is amazing than others. She's funny, positive and cheeky, however, destroyed. I know and I hope, her wounds that she cost won't leave scars around her. I want them away, I want her bad memories forgotten. I only want her to be happy and that's what she wants, even if it can't be touched or felt. That simple gift means so much to her and that's what I love about her: smiling and accepting the little things. She doesn't need an iPhone or what. She just likes happiness and freedom. I love her, very, very, much.

"I'll be ordering mashed potatoes." I respond to the formal dressed waiter. "And clam soup please, what are you ordering?"

"I think salad for me." Gem shrugs 

"Same." Mum chuckles. "How's the tour so far, Harry?"

"It's going pretty well," no mum, it was horrible because Taylor got in my pants and use her spell to fall in love with her...again.

"I'm very surprised that you're enjoying your career." She smiles proudly. "Don't you have a meeting with the boys and with Simon today?"

"Oh, yeah." I nodded my head. "How'd you know?"

"Liam texted me while we're in the car." She shrugs. Liam is really a daddy, once you did a mistake. Trust me, he will be like five if when he's going to complain ha.

After moments of chatting, our food was finally served. I lick the spoon with passionate as the soup fills my senses.

All of us are done eating as we exit the restaurant and let them allow to stay in my flat, since I'm not with them because of my career, that's why. And it's very nosy to be in showbiz, but that really is being a celeb: always away with your family and shit. I drove them to my flat and pull over in the garage. We hopped out of the car, the engine shut off. I grabbed my keys, unlocking the front door. Shit. I haven't clean the room. Oh well.

Hay Life.

"I'm sorry for the mess." I apologized as I rubbed my hand at the back of my neck. "It's because I was busy all day and that." It's because of Diana.

"Oh, well, Gem can help you clean." She suggests and Gemma shrugged. "I'll be upstairs."

I put the books back at the shelves and wash the dishes that was left on the sink. Gemma continued to clean the living room while I'm in the kitchen, I placed the plates in the dishwasher. Cleaning the whole dinning table and put the table mats to the table, I drag the food supplies in the cabinets. Checking the fridge and check what I am supposed to throw. I grabbed an expired lasagna (which I am supposed to eat last week but then I got busier and busier) and throw it to the trash bin. My eyes dart to the clock, it's seven and I'm sure the boys are having their dinner. I feel very happy today, I'm not going recently. It's not because Diana's in a difficult situation. Ha ha, perhaps that I'm with my mom and my sibling again.

"How dirty is your house, Harry?" She frowns. "We've been like up and it's almost midnight."

"Well, sorry Mrs. Perfectionist I'm not that neat." I scoffed.

"Ha ha," she fires back. "Well, sorry, Harold because your room was too dirty. You know how I feel in an unpleasant flat."

"Shut up." I said by my gritted teeth  "Let's go to bed, eh?"

"F'course." She chuckles.

After I took a shower, it's Gem's turn. I wore my PJ's and my white plain t-shirt and wait for Diana...I mean Gemma to come out.

~*~

It's early in the morning and Gemma snuggled up to a pillow. Aw, she looks adorable. I scurry down to the bathroom, brushing my teeth as I rinsed my mouth with water, I rinsed my face with the cold water after as I grabbed my towel and wiped myself quietly.

I decided to make toast for me, mum and Gemma. Mum was finally awake so she forced me that she is going to make breakfast. I just leave her a laugh, I walk to the living room and grabbed the remote, switching it on by pressing the power button. I change it to cartoons as Tom and Jerry was on Cartoon Network. Diana's favorite show. I know she won't get tired of watching that show and I find it lame lately. Well, that's being mature. Ugh.

Gemma is up and we ate our toast, I was going to eat at the living room but mom doesn't want me to. She really doesn't want me to. "So what are your plans today?" Gemma asks me.

"I don't know yet."

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