Diana

Chapter 42 - Just A Dream

♔ CHAPTER 42 - DIANA AWAKE ♔ 

✖ LOUIS' POV ✖ 

"Louis, wake up." Someone called my name. "Louis." 

"Hm?" I grunt, realizing it was only a dream. "You just fainted on the floor. . ."

"I am?" I raised my eyebrow, realizing that I wasn't in Diana's room, realizing that Diana really wasn't awake after all. "Is Diana awake?"

"Nope, and why?" Zayn chuckles. "The doctor didn't tell me, by the way, Harry's in his hospital room. They said he's awake so. . ."

"What room is he?" I interrupted.

"Room 130, it's just in our floor." He answers and I nodded, heading to this room that Harry was in. 

Opening the door, I saw Harry in his bed, his eyes stared on the television as his eyes darted to mine. "Harry. . ." I greeted as he looks back to the television. "Harry, I'm sorry. . ."

"Stay away from me, Louis." He warns. "Louis, I thought you hate me?"

"Stop that, Harry." I scolded him. "You know that I will never hate for the rest of our lives, right?"

"Louis, I don't like you playing tricks on me. I'm tired of it," he admits, basically explaining every each detail that he wants to confess. "I'm exhausted of you having mood swings, you're confusing me very much. Just please. . . If you do hate me? Just get out of my life and let's never talk of this again, because I'm so tired of being the manwhore, the womanizer, the slut, the piece of motherfucker, being the obnoxious to everybody else. I'm fucking tired of being the psychopath bitch, I'm fucking tired of Diana sleeping, I'm fucking tired of people sending hate on me and most of all I'm fucking tired being in this world."

"Harry. . ."

"No, Louis, I can't take it anymore." Harry interrupted, tears falling down on his rosy cheeks. "I can't take the pressure, for one month, I can't take it. I felt that I'm dreary, that I'm the different color, that I was the odd one, the mistaken one, the wrong one, the boy who doesn't even have a point why God created me. Louis, this is why I can't breathe, that I am drowning, that I've been forced and being controlled. I can't take it anymore, Louis. I cannot and I will not."

"Harry!" I yelled, keeping the tears inside. "Everybody suffers depression. I need you, Diana needs you. You're not the simple and infamous Harry for the past three years, there are loads of people who cares for you. And that's the fans, the fans who watched you growing up, who supported you so much when you auditioned to X-Factor and they made you free, free from the hates. They did everything that you want and why are you planning to kill yourself? You promised that you won't pay any attention to the haters. But, what did you do? You're planning to cut your wrists, staying in your room, having drunks and crying all night! What are you, Harry? I expected you to be brave about love, to be brave about the haters. I don't want you weak, I want you strong. I want you to be loved, but you didn't see it after all. That's the explanation of everything, Harry. And you know what? I am fucking done." 

✖ HARRY'S POV ✖  

"I am fucking done." Those four words spun around my mind, whispering it for the billionth time. "I-I am fucking done." It kept repeating.

"Please, stop. . ." I begged, closing my ears by my hands, gulping the terror.

"I don't want you w-weak, I want you strong." It whispered through my ears, no matter how tight the grip was, it could still be heard.

"Harold. are you all right?" Niall  asked as it snapped out of my thoughts. "Are you all right, Harry?"

"Yes, I am." I stuttered. "Sorry. . ."

"It's all right, Harry." He said. "Harry, I heard you two argued again?"

"Stop bringing back flashbacks, Niall!" I yelled, basically a whisper. "If it's all about Louis could you just shut up?"

"Whoa, no need to be rude, pal." He calms me down as I let out a sigh.

"Do I look awful?" I asked Niall.

"Not so, except for the cuts on your wrists and your knuckles." He shrugs. "Do you feel. . . Bad?"

"My head is aching actually and my body is pretty numb." I observed. "But, it's not very bad actually."

After having an endless conversation with Niall, we ate lunch. He bought a cheeseburger and it tastes very good. I took a bite, the food filling my senses. My stomach finally full. My head abruptly drowsy, the rest of the boys came in. Grabbing a seat as I realized Louis wasn't here, I let out a sigh. "Where is Lou?" I said, my eyebrow knitted up. 

"He said that he's going somewhere else," Zayn answers my question. "I don't know exactly, he just told us he's going somewhere private."

"He's with Eleanor. . .I guess? He usually goes there for some privacy." I shrugged, sighing. "But anyways, what's up?"

"Louis dreamed something. . . He said that Diana woke up." Zayn shrugs, his eyes lighting up into his natural color. 

"What? What if she has woken up already?" I exclaimed, trying to stand up but Zayn stopped me, pushing me back to my previous place.

"Harry, you're hurt and we care about you." He said, answering my question in my head. "We're going to check her, if either she's awake or not."

"No! She's my girlfriend and I'll be the one to check on her." I snapped.

I stand up, arranging my uniform as I head to the door, swinging it open as Liam abruptly grabs my arm. "Harry, just please." He begs, and I shook my head.

"No, I will never give up on her." I roared. "I know she's awake, whether it's a dream or not. I know that she is awake."

"Harry-"

"STOP IT LIAM!" I shouted, shaking my arm to let his grasp go.

I head to her room, which is only a floor away from mine. As I grabbed the door, my heart beats faster and opened it. . .She was still asleep. Dissapointment flashes me, my heart sinking. I held her hand, placing a soft yet meaningful kiss. "Oh Diana, please." I begged, looking at her paled face. "Please say that it's true."

I'm stupid, it's just a dream and that is impossible. I don't know why'd I believe on it. Diana's hand moved as I gasped in happiness. Abruptly, the door banged open, nurses grasping their hands around my arm. Shoving me out of the room. "LET ME GO!" I screamed, sounding like a psycho. "DON'T HOLD ME! PLEASE!"

Stop, Harry. . .

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO!" I screamed once again, feeling that drugs are twisting on my spine. "DIANA IS ALIVE PLEASE!"

"Harry!" Liam and the rest of the boys call us. "Harry! Stop!"

"NO!" I shouted back. "NO THE FUCKING WAY I SAW DIANA MOVED!"

"Harry, it's your imagination." Liam shakes my head, softly. "Harry, calm down."

I wanted to go back and talk to her, whether she's awake or not. However, they brought me back to my room, which makes me make movable just to get away from them. People's eyes locked on me, thinking that I was a psycho, eyes were full of fear. I didn't pay any attention, sharply looking at the narrowed hallway. Feeling like I was going back to my cell.

***

"Harry," someone abruptly whispers. "Harry."

"Hmm?" I groaned. "What is it?"

"Simon called," he stops at the midsentence. "And he said that if your behavior will still maintain like this, he's going to turn your career down."

"THEN LET HIM BE!" I shouted.

Sorry if it's too short guys. Haha. :) I'll be updating soon.