Diana

Chapter 36 - You Can Do It, Harry

"Harry, we heard that you're sick." Louis told me over the phone. 

"Yeah, I'm all right." I sniffed. "I'm going there and have our show, I drank my medicine anyways."

"Are you sure?" Louis asks. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I laughed and I hang the phone.

My sickness reminds of Diana, in fact, it reminds me of everything in Paris; when I got sick, when Diana got the guts to scold me, when we all do is stare the Eiffel Tower, when we spend time with Shayne, when we have that dinner and she's teasing Jullianna, when everything was perfect. That was the first time spending with a girl sincerely, and it was her. She's just being herself, she's just being as cheeky as she wants to be. It doesn't matter when fans despise her, it only matters that she wants to change and have the best life than she ever had among all of her years being locked up of depression, cutting and suicidal. She was almost free...Until this tragic incident happened.

When I arrived on the plane, I made sure that my red cheeks, red nose and puffy lips won't be too exposed right in front of everyone, in public. I really hate myself when I'm suck, but the perfect and the cutest part is; Diana being totally the babysitter. She's going to feed me, to kiss me, to hug me and take good care of me. I really love that kind of her ego, it's just making me happy and giggle. I sat down in my reserved seat, staring at the small window. I sighed, a girl sitting down next to me. She gasps, a beam placed around her.

"Hey." I smiled. "Guess you're a fan, eh?" 

"Yeah." She stutters. "I'm going to your show tonight,"

"Really?" I grinned. "That's nice, well, I hope it'll be fun."

"Why weren't you there in the last show by the way?" She asks, intrigued. 

"Well, I've got a couple of issues for the past few days." I nodded my head. "But, I'm going today and rehearse. Then rest for a little while,"

"Oh." She smiles. "Good luck." 

"Thank you." I smiled. 

***

"Harry, you all right?" Niall said. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I reassured him. 

I dropped myself to the sofa, finding hard to breathe. I feel like I'm dying, head ache suddenly spreads around my forehead as I put out a grimace of pain. "What time is the concert?" I asked. 

"After ten minutes, we should go at the backstage now." He announces. "I think you can't do it, Harry. You should stay for today's show, you can't go out with a red nose, puffy lips and red cheeks. Besides, we still have few shows left." 

"It's still important." I stand up but Lou stops me.

"Harry, you're staying." He said and I groaned and lay back to my previous place.

"You sure you guys can do it?" I said, my eyes turning to Louis.

"Yeah, we can." He smirks and Paul calls them to go backstage and meet some fans. It's only fans, I stood up and followed them, my hands shoved inside my pockets.

"Hey, why are you here?" Niall raised an eyebrow. 

"I just want to see some fans now." I shrugged and five fans came in. 

"Oh my Gosh, Harry Styles!" She squeals and I hugged her. "Oh my God, can I please take a picture with you?"

"Yeah, sure." I smirked and she grabs her phone and snapped a picture of us. 

It's quite funny and it lights me up that fans came and took pictures with us. I mean, it's been so long. I feel like I want to be with my girls again; to take pictures with them and just spend time with the boys. But since I'm having fever right now, I couldn't. I might make the fans sick. Ha.