diana

11 // Voicemail

-

A few days have past, I'm starting to feel slighty overwhelmed from all of the mediciation I have to take to help me control my bipolar issues. Which I don't understand why.. I have been doing fantastic by the way Meghan is always saying, "You are really improving everyday!"

She gives me so much encouragement. It's just surreal to feel loved by someone who doesn't even know who you are. I feel grateful that she is my therapy and my friend.

-

I decided that I would live here for 2 years, then head back to London in hopes of staying with my parents. I hope they will be proud of me, but I doubt it.

I haven't heard a word from Harry or Zayn. Maybe it's for the best that I cut all contact with them, That would be the easiest. Meghan suggested it as well.

-

I am in need of some new clothes. I think I will go shopping later on today. I feel like calling Rose and see what she is up too.

I held the device in my hand, putting it against my ear, hearing the vibrations as my call sends to her phone.

"Hello," her voice sound groggy like she just woke up.

"Hey Rose, It's Diana," I hear some shuffering going on in the background.

She replies in a cheerful voice, "Diana, Love. How are you?"

I laugh, typical Rose,"Nothing serious, just therapy and more therapy. What about you?"

"Liam proposed to me!" Oh my gosh. What?

"Omg! Are you serious? Please tell me you said yes?" I start asking questions. Letting my curiousity get the best of me.

"Well duhhh, I said yes," she scoff at my stupidity.

"Congratulations, babygirl. You so deserve it!" I am so happy for her.

"Thank you, babe." her voice less cheerful now. Oh lord.

"What's wrong?" I ask, eagerly.

"Diana, nothing is wrong! I need to go! I'll talk to you tomorrow, eh?" her voice laced with worry.

Something is not right, "Yeah sure!" She hangs up seconds after my reply.

That was very weird.

-

Shopping for new clothes in a pain in my ass. With my aunt picking out the most hideous clothes to me receiving harsh glares from other women. I don't know why honestly.

This line is outrageously long. Oh jeez. I'm going to be awhile. I start humming my favorite song in my head. The line starts to move quickly. Thank god. As I am leaving the store, I bump into a hard figure, towering over me.

I look up to a pair of blue eyes. His hair is a blondish brown. He's wearing tight skinny jeans and a fitted shirt. He's undeniably sexy. "I'm sorry, ma'am." his voice is thick. Irish, maybe? "No, t's fine. I should probably watch where I am going anyway." I say, rocking back and front on my heels.

"My name is Niall." He sticks out his hand. I gladly shake his hand. "Diana. Nice to meet you." He laughs, "I'll see you around, yeah?" I nod, "Of course."

-

We have been in Macy's for I don't know how long. We have been walking for centuries, it feels like. Luna, my aunt's name, is taking forever looking at the different amounts of perfume. I'm getting a headache from the smells invading my nostrils. My aunt finally makes the purchases. We head to the car until something caught the corner of my eye.