Diana

Chapter 45 - Forgive and Forget

Harry and I's break-up really wasn't the good thing for me, it was terrible. I spent weeks of rethinking it and pondering about if it was really the right thing to do when it comes to sex and the kiss. I felt that Harry doesn't deserve it, however, he did it, it is his fault. I am just so concern to a person who was hurt about myself, guilty to make it exact. I felt like I burned that person and brought him to Hell. Which really was the most hurtful thing that I've ever done if I have did that.

Yes, it's been three weeks of the 'Darry Break-up.' People didn't agree about our break-up, but, some of the people were happy about it ever since they knew that we were a couple already. I haven't spoken to Harry yet, and I don't have any news from him. Neither Louis or Liam didn't come over and talk with me for a whole, what if they were trying to avoid me? I thought about Harry's emerald green eyes and pink plump lips, my mind spinning as I decided to head to a walk for a little while.

I adjusted my coat, my body warm of this warm fabric. It was snowing today, and it's the coldest season ever. People looked at me, I was unaware about people's glares. It was creepy, gladly, no paps were around. But, I was quite worried that maybe Harry can be found in this park, since he usually goes in this park whenever he is depressed. Abruptly, I saw a girl, with this curly-haired boy who was familiar to me. Realization hit me, it was Harry. . . And a girl. Is that his girlfriend? I am suddenly intrigued, but, I'm too shy to sink in and talk to them. I am not a cocky person, or a very confident person to sink in to a relationship. However, Harry's eyes followed to mine. His eyes widen and grasped his hand around the girl, my heart sank, my stomach flushed, my throat left a lump and tears are suddenly filling my eyes. They walk forward me, the girl holds a sincere smile for me.

"Hey," I tried to hold the fakest smile that I could. "...Nice to see you."

"Me too," he cleared his throat. "I'm glad to see you, too."

"And this is?" I asked, gulping, predicting that my heart will sink more. 

"My girlfriend, Nina." He smiles, proudly. As if the break-up happened few years ago. "Nina Clark, she's a model."

"Hey," she stretches her hand to a handshake as we shook each other's hands, pulling away and put my hand behind my back. 

"She's my. . .Friend," Harry tells Nina. "yes, my friend."

My friend? Thus, he never loved me. . . At all.

"By the way, Diana . . ." Harry stops on the midsentence, clearing his throat. "We're having dinner later with the boys and the boys are eager to see you, are you going?"

"Oh yes, sure." I smiled. 

NINA'S POV

Diana was . . . Beautiful. After she walked away, I have that feeling that Harry's heart broke to pieces, despite that both of them doesn't have their own connections anymore. It looked awkward for me, Harry met his ex-girlfriend, and all I thought is what if Harry still loves her. I mean, if he does, then why'd he chose me to move on? They deserve to be together, but, somehow Harry really wasn't focused after all.

But, I'm sure he won't do it to me. He'd promise that he'll be the best boyfriend ever. After I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, Ken. Harry fell in love with me, and I also did. We dated for three weeks now, and it goes fine. I felt like I was the happiest person alive, but, when I just saw Diana; she looks miserable.

We're having a dinner later and Harry is proposing Diana to have a dinner with us. It was spinning around my mind, it made me anxious about it. I don't know what to wear or to plan things out. The stress was digging over me, Harry left after when he said that he was excused about few appointments with his band members, One Direction. I really was surprised when we met, it was . . . Unexpecting. Believe it or not, we met on a café, which was the oddest thing ever. We met, we talked, I started visiting, my name started spreading over Internet and even magazines. And that's when both of us confessed that we're in love for each other. It really wasn't a 'Cinderella' or other fairytales, it was just a simple confession that we bring it out of our zipped lips.