Diana (One Direction)

Chapter 8

**Zayn's POV**

Diana giggled, and hiccuped, making a little wet sound. "Sweet... That was fuuun." Giggle, hiccup. "Wanna see somethingg..?" Giggle.

"Sure..?" I said, as I laughed a bit at how drunk Diana was.

I had invited Diana over to my house, because I knew she had a rough day, and I just wanted to take her mind off of things.

Diana shifted closer to me, and placed her finger on her lips.

"Shhh. Don't tell anyone, okay? Promise me." Diana giggled, and hiccupped.

"Promise" I said, laughing.

Diana slowly raised her sleeves up. I stared at her arm in shock, seeing how many cuts were covering her arms. There was to many to count, they were fresh cuts because they were crimson red, and blood was slowly seeping out of the corners. I caressed Diana's arm, and looked at her.

"I need to be saved from myself sometimes." Diana whispered, as she looked me in the eye. As I stared into her eyes, I saw how much pain she was in. She might have a smile on her face, but once you look into her eyes, you can see the sadness. She was hurting and no one was there for her, no one to guide her.

"Why?" I asked, and I caressed Diana's face.

"Sometimes it scares me what I can do to myself." Diana said, as her face softened, and she looked into my eyes, searching for a answer.

"I tried to recover I tried to get better But somewhere along the way something went wrong. I fell apart again." Diana said, as tears streamed down her face.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked worried. "People kept on asking you if you were okay, and if you needed some to talk to, why didn't you just tell them?"

"I say that I don't want to talk about it. Actually, I do, but I'm afraid of your reaction. I'm afraid that you'll never see me as an equal again. I'm afraid of the pity on your eyes when you realize how screwed up I am." Diana said, as she wiped away the tears that were still streaming down her face.

"Lets go inside it's starting to get chilly." I said, as I helped Diana up from the roof top. Diana staggered a bit, but we made it to my bedroom. We climbed in through my window, Diana went  in first, and then me. I closed the window, and cleared my bed, which had clothes on top of it. Diana plopped down on the bed, head first, and then flipped over. As she stared at the ceiling, she kicked her shoes off, and wrapped herself with the comforter.

"Zayn..?"

"Yes." I said.

"Please don't tell anyone." Diana said.

"Just tell me one thing. Why would you do that to yourself, I thought you promised Liam and them you wouldn't cut again." I said, as I walked towards her, and took off my sweater. Diana shifted over so I could fit on the bed.

"It's just.. Today when I gave my mom my report card, and she saw my grades she said 'You could've done better' My lowest grade was a 83% Zayn. That's like a B-."

"That's all?" I asked.

"My mom doesn't appreciate the things I do just to make her proud of me, I joined a billion clubs and sports. I don't reach home until it's like 6 pm. And she yells at me saying I don't focus on my work enough. I quit those clubs and sports she yells at me for not being active." Diana said, shifting closer to me, snuggling into my chest, and gripping my t-shirt.

"She just wants you to put in your best effort that's all" I said, reassuringly.

"Well she doesn't have to bring me down. She could tell me, to try a little bit harder. And that's not all. She yells at me saying I don't ever leave the house, but when I tell her I'm going out, she's like oh no you're not going, you don't ever stay home and spend time with your family.My whole family puts me down on purpose they don't understand how it feels to come home everyday and be treated like shit." Diana said, her voice now muffled by her sniffling.