Diana

Chapter 32 - Gee, Don't Be Such A Meanie-Lunch With The Couple

Gee, Don't Be Such A Meanie—Lunch With The Couple [32]

I left mom and Gemma in my flat while I'm coming over to the studio before Simon is going to rip me to pieces. I'm not going to lie to you—I have loads of excuses if there will be a meeting later an hour or so, I wasn't that organized, you know, unlike other celebrities—amazing, a perfectionist (trust me, they really are), and organized. That's why I look like a homeless farmer last time, I think in an award show? But hey, I also have that kind of side that I can dress nicely and neatly. 

I pulled over beside the building and directly entered the five-story building of Simon's. Ha, rich people. 

~*~*

“That's like the hundredth excuse, Styles.” Tommy, I believe, assures me as I mentally rolled my eyes. Well, Simon. You know how I'm not as perfect as you. "You missed the whole meeting yesterday, Harry. Do you even know how important your career is? You're not the simple and infamous Harry that you thought you were, you're now the Harry who is right in front of loads of people, screaming girls and on magazines. So, please, please focus properly. Or else this career is done."

“Don't threat me, Tommy.” I rolled my eyes, landing to the chair swivel and turning it around. "You know that you're only the 'manager' of Simon's company, the one and only Simon Cowell can cut my career."

“So, I will call him then.” Tommy threats, grabbing the telephone and tapped the numbers. I walk towards him, grabbing his collar, leaving a death glare right in front of his face. The boys gasped as two securities jerked me away by Tommy. 

“Whoa, Harry.” Liam speaks, astounded. "Calm down, kid.”

Okay, Liam. Okay. “Fine.” I groaned and sat down back to the sofa. “You're lucky, Tommy.”

“Excuse me.” Tommy excuses himself.

No one gives a shit. I thought.

~*~

“Hey, Diana.” A grin spreads to my face. “How are you?” You're dying, I know.

“I really hate this day, Diana.” I stated. “It's all about career...and you of course. I'm tired of being forced, all I want is you alive. So please, stay strong.”

In spite that she isn't speaking, I know that she could hear me. I may look stupid, but I also want to talk to my queen. Well, soon to be queen. Possibly.

“Harry,” a voice spreads the small room. I whipped my head to the person as I greeted her a frown.

Taylor Swift, my 'I-don't-even-know-if-we're-still-a-couple' girlfriend

“Taylor?” I mentally groaned, she fucking ruined the silence.

I grabbed her wrist, bringing her to the hallway. Slamming the door shut as I crossed my arms, a blank expression leaves my face. “What do you want, Taylor?” I asked, harshly.

“I missed you.” She smiles, effortlessly. She hugs me as I jerk her away from me. A frown leaves her face. “What's wrong, pumpkin?”

“Don't call me 'pumpkin', Taylor.” I remind her. "You're not my girlfriend."

"I'm not going here because of boyfriend-girlfriend issues or whatever you call it." She shrugs. "Can't we just hang out? You know, since Diana can't see us on television or by her own eyes: we can just hang out and kiss in public!" She grins.

"No," I simply replied. "I think loving you was a huge mistake, I don't deserve you. You deserve someone else, so don't use your love spell or whatever you call that shit to seduce me. I don't need you anymore, so you better go back to your apartment and never show yourself again."