Love In The City
♡ Chapter 13 ♡
Diana’s POV
The plane lands back in NYC after the long flight and my legs feel like jello.
“Diana, you really that sore?” asks Harry. I give him a look and roll my eyes.
“No, I just have bad jet lag!” I reply punching his arm.
“Just making sure I wasn’t too big.” He whispers in my ear making me roll my eyes again. I love the boy, but I’m not in the mood for his dirty talk right now.
We stand along the conveyer belt and we wait for our luggage. I hate these things. I always get dizzy from watching it go round and round. I finally see my brightly floral coloured case and run for it.
“Love, let me get it!” Harry says following me.
“No it’s okay, you find yours!” I reply. There are so many people in the way that I can’t reach my case. I see that it’s about to go back around the conveyer belt so I jump on too. I keep jumping over cases and running around peoples arms on the conveyer belt.
“Darling get down from there!” Harry says pushing through the crowd.
I finally reach my case just before it goes back inside and I get off the conveyer belt.
“Why are you so crazy?” Harry asks laughing.
“Not too sure.” I reply smiling. I have to admit, what I just did was really stupid. I just didn’t want to wait for my case to go all the way around again. Ain’t no body got time for that.
“Well I can’t wait to read the news articles tomorrow.” Harry says chuckling.
I turn around and notice that there are people taking our pictures. Oh no! I’ve embarrassed him. I always forget that he’s famous until I see a camera.
“Harry I’m so sorry I had-“ Harry cuts me off immediately.
“Diana, sorry for what? Being incredibly cute and showing great running skills?” he asks laughing
“But the paparazzi have pictures of me being an idiot!” I reply in shock. Shouldn’t he be worried? People probably think he’s dating the crazy running girl now!
“I don’t give a shit to be honest. Now, let’s go get some food.” He takes my suitcase and then leads me over to where his is. We walk outside of the airport and the camera’s flashes are blinding me. I hold on tight to Harry and we finally climb in a car.
“Sorry about the paparazzi. They can be … well a pain in the ass.” He says playing with his hands. He only does that when he feels bad.
“No worries.” I reply smiling. He looks up and his face looks relieved to hear me say that, but to be completely honest, I do mind it. I don’t like people following me 24/7 and I don’t like people being so nosy in our relationship, but I would rather have camera’s shoved up my ass if that means I can be with Harry.
We drive and drive until we get to a drive thru at Mc.Donalds. I kinda wanted to go inside the restaurant to be honest, but I guess we would get mobbed by fans and the paparazzi so… that’s not happening.
“What do you want love?” asks Harry.
“Big Mac Combo, Fries and a Milkshake.” I reply quickly. I’ve been thinking about food since we landed, so I had my order ready.
“Same old Diana.” He replies. What does that mean?
Harry orders the food and the driver takes us home. We thank him before running into our apartment and being photographed by only a few paparazzi.
Harry and I run back out to grab the luggage when I stop at what one of the paparazzi says.
“Are you only with Harry for the money?”
“What?!? NO!” I reply.
“Love, ignore them.” Harry whispers. I completely ignore his advice and loose it.
“I LOVE THIS MAN. HARRY AND I ARE IN LOVE. MONEY MEANS NOTHING TO ME AND FOR YOU TO EVEN SAY THAT IS ABSOLUTLY DISGUSTING AND PURPOSTOROUS!” I yell at the paparazzi.
Before I know it he’s taking even more pictures and so are the others.
“Didn’t you just come from Paris? Sounds like something a gold digger would do. Get their boyfriend to take them to a fancy city. How was it?”
Before I can yell at them again I’m dragged by Harry into the complex and behind the gates so the paparazzi can’t get to us. I look at Harry and he looks pissed off. Oh fuck, what did I do?
Harry doesn’t say a word until we walk into our apartment.
“Those paparazzi are the rudest most low life people I’ve ever met.” I say angrily.
“Do you know what you’ve done.” He asks with sadness. Why is he sad?
“No please explain.” I snap.
“They’re going to take what you said and twist it, then they’re going to post video’s and pictures of your little spaz attack, so have fun with that!” he says throwing his hands in the air. Spaz attack? I was defending my feelings for him and he’s angry about that?
“Are you fucking-“ he cuts me off by holding up his hand.
“Let’s just eat, yeah?” he suggests. Is he serious?
“You can’t just get mad at me then act like nothing happened Harry.” I state. He sighs and takes a bite of his burger. I wait for him to swallow and talk again but instead he keeps eating. Is he trying to piss me off.
“Are you ignoring me?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything… he just eats.
“Harry, you’re really fucking pissing me off.” I say through gritted teeth. “Respond.”
“What do you want to hear looooove?” he asks emphasizing the word love.
“Are you on your fucking period Styles? At the airport I can do stupid shit that get’s photographed but then when I defend my feelings for you you’re going to ignore me? Can you explain this fuckary?” I reply walking towards him
“It’s too late to fight Diana, just eat your food and be a good girl.” He says non-chalantly. Be a “good girl” oh no he didn’t.
“Fine Harry, I’ll be a good girl and eat in our room and go to bed, meanwhile you can go fuck yourself and sleep on the fucking couch tonight!” I say angrily before grabbing my food and stomping to “our” room.
Harry’s POV
What the fuck just happened? Did we honestly just have that fight? I know that I’m wrong for getting mad at her since she was defending our love but I told her to ignore them and she didn’t listen.
I don’t think she realizes how harsh the media can be and how bad it’s going to be tomorrow. I should be comforting her and standing by her side, but right now… I just need to think. Can Diana handle the fame? I mean she get’s angry at anyone who accuses her love for me. She really needs to adjust to my new lifestyle. If she can’t do that… will she leave?
I finish my food before grabbing the spare pillows and blanket. I get comfy on the couch and put my head on the pillows.
Diana. The girl I love. I would do anything for her, but what if she leaves? I can’t have her leave again, I would be ten times worse than I was when she was in the coma for fucks sake.
God damit. I think I just fucked up again. I was such an asshole to her. I'm so cranky when it's late and everything is just falling apart in front of my eyes. I literally just got her back!
Right now though… I can’t sort it out with her, she’s beyond pissed and it’s late. Right now… all I can do is sleep.
The plane lands back in NYC after the long flight and my legs feel like jello.
“Diana, you really that sore?” asks Harry. I give him a look and roll my eyes.
“No, I just have bad jet lag!” I reply punching his arm.
“Just making sure I wasn’t too big.” He whispers in my ear making me roll my eyes again. I love the boy, but I’m not in the mood for his dirty talk right now.
We stand along the conveyer belt and we wait for our luggage. I hate these things. I always get dizzy from watching it go round and round. I finally see my brightly floral coloured case and run for it.
“Love, let me get it!” Harry says following me.
“No it’s okay, you find yours!” I reply. There are so many people in the way that I can’t reach my case. I see that it’s about to go back around the conveyer belt so I jump on too. I keep jumping over cases and running around peoples arms on the conveyer belt.
“Darling get down from there!” Harry says pushing through the crowd.
I finally reach my case just before it goes back inside and I get off the conveyer belt.
“Why are you so crazy?” Harry asks laughing.
“Not too sure.” I reply smiling. I have to admit, what I just did was really stupid. I just didn’t want to wait for my case to go all the way around again. Ain’t no body got time for that.
“Well I can’t wait to read the news articles tomorrow.” Harry says chuckling.
I turn around and notice that there are people taking our pictures. Oh no! I’ve embarrassed him. I always forget that he’s famous until I see a camera.
“Harry I’m so sorry I had-“ Harry cuts me off immediately.
“Diana, sorry for what? Being incredibly cute and showing great running skills?” he asks laughing
“But the paparazzi have pictures of me being an idiot!” I reply in shock. Shouldn’t he be worried? People probably think he’s dating the crazy running girl now!
“I don’t give a shit to be honest. Now, let’s go get some food.” He takes my suitcase and then leads me over to where his is. We walk outside of the airport and the camera’s flashes are blinding me. I hold on tight to Harry and we finally climb in a car.
“Sorry about the paparazzi. They can be … well a pain in the ass.” He says playing with his hands. He only does that when he feels bad.
“No worries.” I reply smiling. He looks up and his face looks relieved to hear me say that, but to be completely honest, I do mind it. I don’t like people following me 24/7 and I don’t like people being so nosy in our relationship, but I would rather have camera’s shoved up my ass if that means I can be with Harry.
We drive and drive until we get to a drive thru at Mc.Donalds. I kinda wanted to go inside the restaurant to be honest, but I guess we would get mobbed by fans and the paparazzi so… that’s not happening.
“What do you want love?” asks Harry.
“Big Mac Combo, Fries and a Milkshake.” I reply quickly. I’ve been thinking about food since we landed, so I had my order ready.
“Same old Diana.” He replies. What does that mean?
Harry orders the food and the driver takes us home. We thank him before running into our apartment and being photographed by only a few paparazzi.
Harry and I run back out to grab the luggage when I stop at what one of the paparazzi says.
“Are you only with Harry for the money?”
“What?!? NO!” I reply.
“Love, ignore them.” Harry whispers. I completely ignore his advice and loose it.
“I LOVE THIS MAN. HARRY AND I ARE IN LOVE. MONEY MEANS NOTHING TO ME AND FOR YOU TO EVEN SAY THAT IS ABSOLUTLY DISGUSTING AND PURPOSTOROUS!” I yell at the paparazzi.
Before I know it he’s taking even more pictures and so are the others.
“Didn’t you just come from Paris? Sounds like something a gold digger would do. Get their boyfriend to take them to a fancy city. How was it?”
Before I can yell at them again I’m dragged by Harry into the complex and behind the gates so the paparazzi can’t get to us. I look at Harry and he looks pissed off. Oh fuck, what did I do?
Harry doesn’t say a word until we walk into our apartment.
“Those paparazzi are the rudest most low life people I’ve ever met.” I say angrily.
“Do you know what you’ve done.” He asks with sadness. Why is he sad?
“No please explain.” I snap.
“They’re going to take what you said and twist it, then they’re going to post video’s and pictures of your little spaz attack, so have fun with that!” he says throwing his hands in the air. Spaz attack? I was defending my feelings for him and he’s angry about that?
“Are you fucking-“ he cuts me off by holding up his hand.
“Let’s just eat, yeah?” he suggests. Is he serious?
“You can’t just get mad at me then act like nothing happened Harry.” I state. He sighs and takes a bite of his burger. I wait for him to swallow and talk again but instead he keeps eating. Is he trying to piss me off.
“Are you ignoring me?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything… he just eats.
“Harry, you’re really fucking pissing me off.” I say through gritted teeth. “Respond.”
“What do you want to hear looooove?” he asks emphasizing the word love.
“Are you on your fucking period Styles? At the airport I can do stupid shit that get’s photographed but then when I defend my feelings for you you’re going to ignore me? Can you explain this fuckary?” I reply walking towards him
“It’s too late to fight Diana, just eat your food and be a good girl.” He says non-chalantly. Be a “good girl” oh no he didn’t.
“Fine Harry, I’ll be a good girl and eat in our room and go to bed, meanwhile you can go fuck yourself and sleep on the fucking couch tonight!” I say angrily before grabbing my food and stomping to “our” room.
Harry’s POV
What the fuck just happened? Did we honestly just have that fight? I know that I’m wrong for getting mad at her since she was defending our love but I told her to ignore them and she didn’t listen.
I don’t think she realizes how harsh the media can be and how bad it’s going to be tomorrow. I should be comforting her and standing by her side, but right now… I just need to think. Can Diana handle the fame? I mean she get’s angry at anyone who accuses her love for me. She really needs to adjust to my new lifestyle. If she can’t do that… will she leave?
I finish my food before grabbing the spare pillows and blanket. I get comfy on the couch and put my head on the pillows.
Diana. The girl I love. I would do anything for her, but what if she leaves? I can’t have her leave again, I would be ten times worse than I was when she was in the coma for fucks sake.
God damit. I think I just fucked up again. I was such an asshole to her. I'm so cranky when it's late and everything is just falling apart in front of my eyes. I literally just got her back!
Right now though… I can’t sort it out with her, she’s beyond pissed and it’s late. Right now… all I can do is sleep.
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yass girl plz update
9/3/17