Luxe

Diana

"I can't believe you just did that!" I scream, running out of the museum with Isaac.

"What are you talking about?, you dared me to do it" he chuckles.

"Yeah but I didn't think you'd actually go through with it" I say swatting his arm as I wave a taxi over.

Since Harry had decided to go confess his love for some girl, for like the hundredth time, Isaac and I realized that Las Vegas isn't really the best place for a couple- of people who might be dating but haven't really talked about it yet. Anyway, we decided to go to the big apple New York instead and we were in the middle of a tour at the Whitney Museum of American Art when I whispered.

"Hey, I dare you to grope that statue over there"

"Butt or boob?" asks Isaac a sly smile spreading across his face.

Before I could retract what I said Isaac began to slowly back away from our tour group.

My eyes widen in anxiety and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Isaac come back her!" I whisper as quietly as I can trying not to draw any attention to him.

He stands right in front of the medieval statue of a woman.

"Oh my god Isaac I was joking" I plead. The old woman next to me tells me to shut the hell up and I quickly oblige. New Yorkers scare the hell out of me.

I turn back at Isaac and silently beg home not to but he slowly reaches for the limestone breasts of the sculpture.

I cringe and turn me head back to the tour directors presentation.

I really hope no one turns around.

I expect to feel Isaac's present return to my side but instead I hear his raspy loud voice.

"Yeah you like that!" followed by the security guard yelling from across the room.

"No touching the statues"

As everyone turns around to look at Isaac as the security guard runs towards him, I grab his hand and we dash out of there.

"It seems you've gone soft Di" I hear Isaac say as I stare out at the large buildings through the window of yellow cab.

"How do you mean"

"Oh nothing, it's just that Marie used to go on and on about how much of an unruly badass you are and I must say that after you failed to feel up that statue with me I'm deeply disappointed" he playfully remarks.

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you but to me violating art is disrespectful and rather amateur for a rebel like myself" I state participating in his little game. I'm not sure why we're speaking like people from the 19th century but it's kinda fun.

"Is that so?," He asks and I nod. "Well what do you consider up to par for your high level of rebellion?"

"Why don't I just show you" I respond.

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"You call that thrill seeking" snorts Isaac.

Not the response I was expecting from him.

"You mean to tell me, jumping out of a plane that's ten thousand feet in the air isn't a thrill for you but groping statues fills you with adrenaline?" I ask in bewilderment.

"Precisely"

I giggle while gently swatting his arm.

"Lets go to Greece" he randomly blurts out after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"What?" I almost choke on my own breath.

"I mean what's stopping us, let's tour the world, visit every country before we're stuck with kids and responsibilities. You only live once right?" He says and all I can think about is the fact that he said 'before we're stuck with kids. Did he mean the both of us?. I realized there's been a change in him towards me in the past month- actually there's been a few changes in him. At first he stopped calling and visiting and he seemed to be avoiding me for a couple weeks but then it was like all he wanted to do was be with me. Sometimes he came over for no purpose at all he'd just lay next to me and we'd listen to each other's breathing. Whoever said women we're complicated obviously hadn't ever met a man.

We had never slept together or anything so at first I was confused about why he wanted to hang out since he was known for his promiscuity.

An intense debate begins in my head as I contemplate what he could mean by his actions since he never uses words. He's so closed off and there's something different about him, I'm not sure what it is, I'm not sure if that's what draws me to him but he definitely wasn't an average person. Maybe it's because of all the bad things that happened with his parents and him having to take on so much responsibility so early in his life, that changes people a lot. On the other hand he's all I want, I've been too afraid to admit it to myself because I always knew we could never be together but maybe we could after all.

"Diana?" Isaac's voice interrupts my thoughts and I realize I still haven't answered his question.

"I think the whole divining off a plane has maybe clouded your judgement a bit" I say forcing a giggle. It feels like the temperature has drastically changed in that last few seconds, I suppose that could just be the suffocating tension.

"Trust me I've done things a lot more dangerous than jumping out of a plane," he jokes "But I... um okay I'm just gonna come out and say it......" he trails off.

"You what..?" I ask unsure if I want to know. If he says what I think he's going to say everything changes and I mean everything.

"I know I'm a lot different from you, we're polar opposites in fact, you're all bright an happy with flowers in your hair and...." he trails off chuckling. "And I'm me. There's a lot you don't know about who exactly that is and I'll just say it right now, that's never going to change" he pauses looking into my eyes for the first time since he started talking.

"I know I'm a fucking idiot for what I'm about to say and God I know that if I wasn't such a selfish prick I would just get as far away from you as i possibly could," he continues running his hands through his hair, I'm starting to get confused and I'm guessing the cab driver was too because he turned his head around a puzzled look on his face.

"I love you Diana Forbes" He chokes clenching his caramel coloured fists. His eyes are filled with pain, desperation, fear and a lot more emotions I couldn't possibly describe.

This wasn't exactly how I pictured everything happening but it's indescribably perfect. There's something about knowing how much it hurts him to love me but he's doing it anyway that's so romantic in a tragic way.

I grab his clenched fists into my small palm and straighten them out as I'm afraid he'll hurt himself if he keeps his hands in that position.

The cab driver slightly turns his head again as both he and Isaac await my response.

"I love you Isaac Walkers"

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Authors Notes
I know it's kinda short and all over the place, I'll be editing all the chapters I've written so far when I'm done Zayn's part don't worry.
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