Diana

Chapter 47 - Mr. Advice Guy

DIANA'S POV

"Hey, Diana." Dave snaps me out of my thoughts. "You seem so lost there." He smirks.

"Sorry." I chuckled. "I mean, I was just thinking. . ."

"About Harry?" He interrupted, grinning. "In my own opinion, Nina sucks." 

"What?" I raised my eyebrow. "Do you mean that? Or you just want to play around like a cat?"

"No, I mean it." He rolls his eyes, however, a big grin placed around his lips. "I mean, I know that I'm your ex-boyfriend. But, I guess that when I see you two together, I thought that both of you will never each other's hands go. Because all I know that you'd never give up to a boy that loves you back sincerely." 

"Oh." He was right, I knew that he would say that. And he has that huge point, not in the Nina thing. It's about how I just let Harry go. Of corurse I thought about it, however, I feel like I was too stupid to break up with him. I feel like love is like; yes, I'll pick him, he's the one. But suddenly ruins your entire life forever. Hopefully, Harry isn't that kind of person when it comes to 'breaking-up-cycle.' 

"Thus, you should get him back from Nina, I think she's a bad girl." He smirks. "I know that I sound so weird but I guess that both of you deserve each other . . ."

"And I don't want Harry to act like me as well," he sighs. "I know that I've been a bad boyfriend to you back to those days that we were together, I devastated you when the fight happened. And I hope that Harry won't do that to you . . . ever again. If you truly love him, then don't give up on him, no matter how many strong waves hit you. I want you to be happy, I don't want you sad for the rest of your life. You're the perfect girl that every boy wishes for." 

I really wasn't expecting that Dave would say that, I mean, it looked like he doesn't us together. But, I guess I spoke too soon. He was just as caring as he used to be, after all these years, finally he became sweet. "Dave, I don't want to love anymore." I nodded. "Love is full of lies, love is torture for me."

"But you should forget the struggle, always focus to the prince that has loved you." He said, softly. "I hate it when there's nobody defending you when you're alone."

"You should accept it." I smiled. "Okay, we should stop. . ." I laughed.

"Okay, miss." He coaxes. "By the way, what are your plans?"

"I don't know, I guess we could hang out?" I asked, curiously. "I miss hanging out with you actually."

"I'm glad to hear that." He winks. "So, where do you think should we go first?"

"I changed my mind, I'm too lazy to go." I chuckled. "Because hashtag, too fab for you."

"You're as sweet as an angel." He sings. 

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"Oh, my God!" I gasped. "Dave, how'd you play the guitar so good?"

"I don't know, I guess it's in my spirit." He jokes. 

"But, I thought you hated playing instruments?" I asked.

"Diana, I'm not that kind if person anymore, I'm already obsessed on instruments these days." He remnds me, winking. "What instrument could you play?"

"I basically play the piano a lot but I suddenly forgot how to play it." I smirked. "But, I don't know actually, if I still know it or not."

"I'm sure you can." He winks.

We've been walking around for hours now, abruptly, media surrounded us, as I lost Dave immediately. They asked me many questions as it frustrates me, leaving me to be dizzy as I lie to the ground, leaving myself unconscious in front of everyone. Everybody gasped, picking me up, Dave jerked the media off me. Picking me up, having no idea where's he's going to bring me.

HARRY'S POV

Sighing, I tuck my hands to my pockets, suddenly seeing an ambulance parked at the side. An unconscious person putting on a hospital bed and seeing Dave with a girl. I ran to him, looking over this unconscious girl. "WHAT HAPPENED TO DIANA?!" I shouted.

"Sir, calm down." Dave calms me down. "Harry, she fainted."

"And why are you with Diana anyway?" I growled and glared at him. "She hates you, you destroyed her. So back off and never lay your finger on her."

"For your information, Mr. Styles," he stops. "we are close now, we were hanging out earlier and did things. I was taking good care of her in case she needs it, I've changed, Harry. And it's a huge dissapointment when you cheated on Diana . . . I know that you're going to make her happy, but suddenly you're not. You just ruined her, Harry. You do."

 "Still, I'm going with her in the hospital." I said and he nodded, entering the ambulance and Dave gets in, too. I groaned, causing Dave to look at me. 

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"What happened to her? Is she okay?" I asked when the doctor walked up to me.

"Sir," he stops. "Diana is experiencing  Addisonian Crisis, she's on-"

"What in the math is Addisonian Crisis?" I interrupted.

"Well, when our body is all stressed out, our adrenal glands produce a hormone called cortisol. Cortisol helps our bodies respond effectively to stress. It also plays a role in bone health, immune response, and metabolism of food. People who have Addisonian Disease doesn't have enough cortisol or alderstone, which is Diana experiencing right now. Her symptoms is weakness, fatigue, low blood pressure, vomitting and dizziness." 

"Is it curable?" I asked.

"It depends, sir." He nodded, tapping my shoulder. "It's time for me to go, Diana is in her room now." 

"Diana . . ." I gasped. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She chuckles. "Where's Dave?"

"He's all right." I assure her. "Do you feel a little dizzy?" 

"No, I feel weak." She observes, softly. "Where's Nina?"

"She's back home." I replied, tracing circles on her palm. "Diana, you know that you're sick right?"

"What? What kind?" She asks, worried.

"Just calm down." I calmed her down. "You're in Addisonian Disease, you've got too much stress."

"Are you sure about what you're talking about?" She chuckles, worriedly. "Harry, that's not true."

"I know that you're not convinced about it, I'm also worried about it-"

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE HURT AGAIN! I WANT TO BE HAPPY, THAT'S WHAT I WANT!" She screams, crying after. I stopped her, holding her wrists as I eyed on her, pleasing her to stop. "I DON'T WANT TO BE HURT. I'M TIRED OF BEING HURT, HARRY!"

"Calm down, Diana." I said, effortlessly, she finally goes silent. "Diana, are you okay?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm just tired."

"Diana-"

"I know, Harry." She cuts me off. "I just feel too-"

I kissed her, finally feeling her soft plump lips again. "Shh . . ." I moaned and she pulled away.

"Are you crazy?!" She whispered, astounded. "Nina would kill me!"

"Really?" I laughed. "No one can kill my princess."

"What?" A door slammed open. "What the actual fuck did you say to her?"

This is bullshit.