Ruin Your Life {h.s.}

three

Harry

It has been almost two weeks since I came back home, and two weeks since I last saw her. I understood, that something bad happened to her, something that I couldn't figure out, and something that broke her soul for rest of her life. And the worst is, I wasn't able to fix her. 

She threw me out of her bedroom that night, begging me to leave so she could fall asleep, but promising it wasn't me. Did anyone hurt her? I wasn't sure. I didn't know and I knew she wasn't going to tell me any soon. 

I met with Amy few times, but she wasn't talking about Diana from her initiative, it was always me asking question and her saying to ask Diana. Which, wasn't really leading anywhere. And I was scared, scared she was hurting, that some shit happened and I wasn't there to hug her, to sit in silence and just, be there. 

"Harry, darling, are you here with us?" I heard my mom's voice, looked at her with definitely confused expression, because she let out a quiet laugh. "You've been lost in your thoughts lately, honey." 

"I know, I'm just bit worried. A friend is probably hurting, and I just missed so much." I said with all honesty, even let out a fed up sigh. 

"You talking about little Diana, aren't you." she said after a while, getting my full attention. 

"You know anything about her?" 

"You forget her mother is my best friend, she nearly died Harry.. Walked out of the hospital months later, never being the same person. She doesn't even talk to her parents anymore. I know you are worried, but.. Some things happen and people change." I nearly dropped the glass of water I was holding in my hand, i tightened my grip. 

"What do you mean, she nearly died?" 

"I don't know more than you, or her mom. She just got into the wrong crowd, wilding through the nights, and just.. then something happened and police visited Alice, asking if she could follow them. I spent nights with her at hospital, while Diana was still out. But Alice never told me what happened.. " my throat tightened and anxiety was rising. I gave her simple nod. 

"I need to get back tomorrow to London, I need to check on her." I said quietly. 

* * * 

Diana 

I was used to spending days and weeks in my bed, in my room. With Amy it was easier, she just made sure I ate, took my pills and made me to shower. Otherwise I would be a stinking pile of shit. Bathing in my own pity party. 

Harry stopped trying to make me see him, or go out, after few days. Amy mentioned him few times, having lunches and brunches. And also asking what he knew, which was little to nothing. 

I walked into a building in a city center, I hated hospitals, so finding a theoretically good option, when I found a doctor who was taking patients in pretty ordinary, tall building. Everything but not hospital-y. We talked for about a little over an hour, another plus - he wasn't trying to get me out as soon as possible. I wasn't really open that much to talk about my feelings that often, so every time I did, I would prefer to not be interrupted with a time ticking.

A new set of antidepressants, some mood stabilizers, and recommendation to do more yoga. And as I walking out of the building, I ran straight into someone. I would lie if I said it took me a while to know who it was. His perfume was the one I was feeling still on my bed sheets. 

"Diana?"

"Harry?" I looked at him a bit confused. 

"What are you doing here?" And I choked on my answer, I started stuttering, I had no idea what else was in that building, maybe some offices. 

"I was in work." I lied, and he raised an eyebrow. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, really. I gotta go. Bye" I rushed towards the bus stop, but I knew he was following me. 

"Diana, stop!" he yelled and I froze in that second, not daring to look at him. 

"Are you seeing doctor Wrighton?" 

"Why would you care?" I shot back at him, only for him to take a step back. 

"I'm seeing him too."