Maybe In Another Life..

Chapter 2

Continued

The memory of the moment we met played in my mind like a record on repeat.

My body grew tired as I ran from the endless group of squealing fans, dodging unfamiliar faces in the sea of people. People eyes growing wide at the sight of me as girl screamed 'Oh my god! It's Harry Styles! Harry can I take a picture with you' or some other nonsense. My body dodged into the first empty store I saw, my body bumping into a small figure. My eyes caught hold of her and the fresh brown stain covering her All Time Low shirt.

"Why don't you watch where you're going? This is my favorite shirt!" the girl groaned in disbelief, her eyes trained on the stain rather than the person in front of her.My eyes looked frantically around the empty store as the screams grew louder. "I'm so sorry." I whispered before pressing her body against mine and the walls. Her hands fle up to my chest in prevention of our bodies meeting. She grunted slightly as she tried to struggle out of my grip, her anger-hazed mind still not allowing her to realize who had she pressed against her.

"What the heck do you think you're doing? I'm late for work, now this?!" She bit as her fist hit his chest, drawing his attention back to her. "Ssh." I hushed as I pressed my forefinger to her lips. "I'll buy you a new shirt, just please be quiet." My head weaved around, looking around for anyone who might notice me, but only a couple sat at a table, trying not to look to make obvious eye contact. I mouthed a quiet 'I'm sorry' to the couple and averted my attention back to the damsel. She sighed out a "Fine..." and finally gave up her struggling, slumping back against the wall with a nod.

The ringing in my ears stopped as the squeals began to die down. My body slipped away from her's, my emeralds orbs falling on the mysterious girl. "I'll buy you any shirt. Just name it." Bright eyes begged for forgiveness, recieving none as she spoke up once more. She pushed herself off the cream-colored wall and huffed lightly, delicate hands brushing over the front of her skinny jeans. "I don't need a shirt. Just watch-" Hazel eyes locked on my face mid-sentence. A nervous breathe left my pink heart-shaped lips. "Is everything alright, love?" Out of a bad habit, I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. Damn. She knew who I was. "Please just let me buy you a shirt. You can't possibly go to work looking like that. They'll think you're a slob."

"I'm fine." She snapped, moving away from me. "And I don't need a shirt from you. I'm perfectly capable of buying my own. Just watch where you're walking." She took another look at her stained shirt and growled under her breath, storming out of the store. I wince at her harsh words. The mysterious girl began to storm off, but before she could, my large hand caught hold of her wrist. "Please.." My dark ivy's pleaded. I couldn't let her run off like that. I had to help. A soft gasp left her mouth, whirling around to see me standing behind her. "Look, I told you no. Now if you'll excuse me..." She trailed off and pried my fingers from her wrist.

For a brief moment my eyes caught hold of the scars littering her wrist. "I'm sorry.." I whispered before my taut fingers were peeled from her brandished wrist. See, I wasn't apologized for the shirt at that moment. I was apologizing for all the pain she had suffered. Seeing those scars along her porcelain skin, killed me. The young girl rolled her hazel eyes slightly. "I'm late for a meeting." With that, she walked away and got in her car, the engine roaring to life. For a brief moment my eyes caught hold of the scars littering her wrist. "I'm sorry.." My feet followed behind her, tugging up my hood, in hopes no one seen me. "At least take this." A small card was slipped in her slightly rolled down window. My number had been scribbled on it from earlier that day when I had to get it changed due to random numbers calling me. "Text me if you change your mind." And with that, a small smile danced on my lips before my larged hands were shoved into my navy blue Hollister hoodie, and walked away.

"Diana." He whispered to himself, him had seeing the name scribbled onto a paper in her car. "That's her name, huh?" I spoke to myself, thinking of lyrics in my mind. "Diana, let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. Perfect!" 

My boots scuffed along the pavement as I raced to get back to the hotel. I burst through the hotel room door, breathing heavily. "Lads! I've got the perfect single!" Confused and excited, the boys looked around at each other. "It's called Diana. The fans'll love it." Quickly, I grabbed a notebook from the dresser and began writing away. By the end of the night, my hand cramped and ached with pain, but I enjoyed it. I hadn't been able to write anything in such a long time. I had lost my muse, until the dark haired, big hazel eyes and silky voice crept into my mind. She cured me.