Ruin Your Life {h.s.}

one

Diana

It's been years, years since I saw him. His wonderful green eyes and his stupid dimples when he smiled. Being born few months before him and living just next to his house made us kind of friends by the law. We never actually got along easily, not until the age of seven or eight. Until then, he used to make fun of me, mock me, tease me and steal my toys. I hated him for that. I remember crying and calling him mean, running to his sister or mom. But as we got older, we would never be without each other one, we seemed like a siamese twins. When there was trouble, it was both of us, not just him or me. Until we even older, he just loves to love people, to experiment with romantic intercourses. While me? Well, I've always been the shy and reserved wallflower.

I remember quite exactly how much he loved people around him, his friends, his family, everyone. He was generally kind and nice guy and it was really coming up in his fortune. Everything worked his way. I knew since day one he isn't going to stay in our home town, that he was going to be loved by many, and have millions of fans all around the world. He had that voice, that star quality. And sometimes he even was a bit of a diva. 

And he was my first kiss, I would never forget how stupid and embarrassed I felt. To be kissed by my best friend, so I can say I already had a kiss and not feel stupid being sixteen without even kissing a guy. Truth was, I always liked him a bit more than a friend, but he never looked at me that way. I knew he wasn't. He dated few girls, but nothing major. You don't really date, you just express love you know nothing about. 

I was just different, socially awkward, shy and quiet person. Always lost in my mind and imagination, I'd rather stay in and study for the next day, than join the squad of our friends and go drinking and keep it as secret to our parents. Well, no matter if I did. I always had to cover for Harry and Amy. Always these two idiots getting way too drunk, to admit to their parents that someone stole expensive wine and they got drunk off it at age of sixteen.

And I used to cover up with his homework, he sucked at anything that was even slightly close to Math. But, then again, every poem, every book summary, he was the one to cover for me. 

And after all these years after he left, he was sitting just there. At the table with all of our mutual friends, some I was seeing quite frequently, even though I was trying to avoid any contact with people. And some people I rarely remembered, but apparently from what Amy told me over a phone call, was our friends from school, that I forgot the minute I walked out of the school.

I nearly choked when his eyes met mine, all of sudden he stopped talking the story he was so passionate about. He stood up, and stared at me. And I couldn't move, not even by inch. I felt like all of my blood risen to my cheeks and I felt how my palms became sweaty very quickly. 

A lot has changed after he left to London. And then the world. And I was proud of him, I always wished he would become the star he deserved, having millions to love him and appreciate him. But him leaving, he left a part of me too. 

He tried to wave at me, and call me over. To talk to me, but I knew that I was squeezing my teeth at each other too hard, and my expression was everything but not nice. I was panicking, I was anxious. 

"Diana! Over here!" my friend yelled, and all I could think about was how much I'm going to punch her when we're alone. I walked over to the table, still feeling his eyes on me, I nodded to everyone, trying to avoid his stare and in a moment the waitress came and talked to him, I couldn't help but took a second look, now sitting across the table. His hair were so much longer, in few months they would outgrown mine. He was much skinnier in his face, knowing that all the baby fat was gone, he was a man, not that tiny little boy I knew. "Will you eat Di?" her friend looked at me, and I noticed Harry staring at me, as the waitress waited for me to respond. I completely spaced out. Again.