georgia rose and diana ➢ one direction (ON HOLD + UNDER EDITING PROCESS)

iv. diana

james corden is the new zayn malik wyd 

once i arrive at the house i park my car in a secluded place. i quickly enter the mansion and i sigh in relief when i see that my parents aren't here. probably at the oil foundation or somewhere else that concerns their work.

i go up to my bedroom and quickly grab a large suitcase. i go to my wardrobe and quickly stuff every clothing that i get my hands on into my suitcase. i don't mind it if my clothes aren't folded; I have to go quickly before somebody catches me.

i get a duffel bag and go to my bathroom, where i get my necessities and other toiletries. i stuff a towel inside my bag and exit the bathroom. i go to my desk, which is also my workplace, and get my laptop, its charger, and my ipod. my accessories are in my duffel bag and i feel like it's time to go.

i stuff five of my favorite books inside my suitcase and sigh. my heart is pounding loudly in my chest and i feel like i've just run ten miles. i'm ready to leave. i'm ready to make my parents happy.

i grab the handle of my suitcase and sling the duffel bag over my shoulder. i'm not yet going to leave; first i am going to lei about my plan, because she is person i trust the most in this house, and i am not going to make her worry about me when she finds out i'm gone.

i go downstairs, wheeling my suitcase behind me. the marble stairs are slippery and once i almost fall down. "lei!" i call out, but to no reply. "lei, where are you?" my british accent rings loudly throughout the large house, bouncing off the walls and echoing.

i sigh again and give up. my phone is in my pocket and i decide that i'll just call her later, when i am out of bounds of the mansion.

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i don't know where i'm at and i just drive around. i see that my car is almost out of fuel and i sigh gratefully when i remember that i brought with me all of my money, which is a lot.

sigh. the perks of being the daughter of two rich parents that don't love you but spoil you.

an idea pops in my mind and my face lights up. what if i just leave my car here? i think. then that will make my parents think that i've been in a car accident. they won't care, anyway. they'll probably celebrate the fact that i died or have gone missing. ugh.

i find a small place where there are many trees. i drive over there and slowly, slowly drive my car into the trunk of an oak tree. the hood of my car hits it and i hear a hiss: smoke slowly rises from the hood, threatening to choke me because my window is open.

i go out and check my car. the hood is damaged and i think that this is good. this will be the ticket to happiness for my parents who fatefully hate me.

i get my bags from the passenger seat and set out. i don't know where i am in london, but all i know for sure is that this place is lonely and deserted. i can't see a single soul in sight, which surprises me.

i walk up the sloping read. once i reach the top, it feels like the wind has been knocked out of me, because right in front of me is a breathtaking view of the whole city of london. i see every building and i see the london eye, which looks beautiful down there. i hear every honk of every bus and i even hear a few screams. i smile at the view and take my phone out, snapping a picture to treasure the moment. it's so beautiful.

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i arrive at a bus stop. i look at the girl that is beside me. she's wearing a grey sweater, skinnies and shoes that are ratty and worn-out. her hair is blonde and she somehow looks beautiful, underneath all the pain and sadness that are visible on her face.