Diana [h.s.]

0.3

"you can't come harry."

"but why? i'm never allowed to go. should i be concerned?" harry leaned against the doorframe of their bathroom.

"no, no of course not. i just like to be alone with friends," diana came up with an excuse.

harry shook his head and slammed the door to the bathroom. it was pathetic that he couldn't go. he thought he was special to her. she didn't even bother to check on him. he heard the click of her heels exiting the apartment.

harry dumped out one of diana's favorite flowers from a vase into the sink. the pink petals turned the water grey. the water cleaned his sweaty face. he flung the drops at the mirror.

"why does she hate me?" he asked himself.