Love In The City
♡ Chapter 14 ♡
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Diana’s POV
3am. I can’t sleep. I feel horrible. I’m upset. I’m feeling more things than I can even explain. One thing’s for sure though. I miss Harry’s arms snaked around my waist.
I don’t even know how we got into a fight. Well I mean I do, but why? It’s so pointless when we fight and it never ends up lasting long. I just need to see him. He needs to know I love him and that I never want to leave or loose him ever again. Ever.
I slowly sit up and rub my legs. They’re kinda cold since I’m wearing my pajama shorts. I slip on my slippers and I slowly get up and make my way over to the living room. When I walk in Harry’s on the couch. I slowly walk up to him and sit in front of his face on the floor.
I watch him sleep and notice him tossing and turning. He finally turns and faces me again but his eyes are shut. I don’t think he’s realized that I’m here since it’s dark.
I pull my knee’s into my chest and look out the window. Even though were in NYC and there are skyscrapers everywhere, the moonlight is still able to find our apartment. I look over at Harry and his eyes are open.
“It’s rude to stare.” I joke smiling at him. I look at him and he’s smirking.
“Then don’t look so damn attractive.” He replies making me blush. I’m just glad it’s dark so he can’t see.
“Come here.” He says opening up his arm so I can slide onto the couch with him.
I easily fit into the space he’s given me and like a puzzle, he hooks his arm around me and were cuddling again.
“I’m sorry baby, I really am.” Harry whispers stroking my face lightly.
“I’m sorry too.” I reply quickly.
“Were just two idiots in love who fight over stupid shit.” I add making him chuckle.
“You’re a beautiful idiot.” He says in his raspy voice.
“I try.” I joke.
“I love you Diana.”
“I love you too.” I reply and then I feel Harry slowly kiss my forehead.
After that there were no words said. No words were even needed. Just being in each others embrace and knowing that we each loved each other was enough.
Everytime Harry would touch my face or body I would get butterflies in my stomach and a silly smile would appear on my face. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling when I get to stroke his face. I feel so special to be here, with him. Just being able to feel his face makes me feel like one of the luckiest girls in the world. It also amazes me how I can feel his love for me.
Not only in the way he tells me, or the way he holds me or even the way he looks at me. I can just feel it wherever I go, whatever I’m doing I just know that he loves me.
I wouldn’t change a thing between us. Nothing. Harry and I aren’t perfect but I will 100% take the bad days with the good because his good days are worth the bad days.
I finally feel Harry breathing slowly and I know he’s gone to sleep. I close my eyes and fall asleep the way I’m supposed too. With Harry.
Claire’s POV
Everything about jail sucks. The people are complete morons and I can’t stand the food. NOTHING ABOUT IT IS HEALTHY!
I slowly get up from my seat and throw down my cards.
“You can’t just leave the game.” One of the bitches I was playing with says getting up.
“Want to fight me fucker?” I ask. She’s a newbie and clearly has no idea who she’s messing with.
She takes a swing and I start to punch her over and over and over again until she starts to spit up blood.
“I can do what I want to do.” I say before walking away.
In prison there are fights. I used to just watch people beat the living shit out of each other until one day someone started a fight with me. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t fight back at all. I just took the punches and kicks like a little bitch. Not anymore. That reminds me. I still need to find the bitch that beat me up the first month.
I walk outside into the courtyard and I see her. She’s smoking some ciggs with her “friends”. No worries, I can take them. Jail has made me even more of a angry person.
“Oh look who it is, Claire the teddy bear.” She jokes. Before she can say anything else I collide my fist with her face.
I see her friends look at me in shock as I go for one of them. I quickly pull out my knife and slice one the last one’s throat. I didn’t even get to punch her. It was a quick death for her. I then took the other friends hair and pulled it back beating It repetitively on the hard cement until blood started gushing out.
“HEY YOU!” Screamed a guard.
I went to the girl who originally beat me up and she looks scared.
“What the-“ I cut her off by stabbing my knife directly in her throat. I pulled it out and watched her and she bleed. I felt someone cuff my hands and in an instant guards and a crowd of people surrounded me. The knife get’s taken from my hand but I don’t care. I’ve already used it as much as I need, and tonight. Is day one of my revenge.
Diana’s POV
3am. I can’t sleep. I feel horrible. I’m upset. I’m feeling more things than I can even explain. One thing’s for sure though. I miss Harry’s arms snaked around my waist.
I don’t even know how we got into a fight. Well I mean I do, but why? It’s so pointless when we fight and it never ends up lasting long. I just need to see him. He needs to know I love him and that I never want to leave or loose him ever again. Ever.
I slowly sit up and rub my legs. They’re kinda cold since I’m wearing my pajama shorts. I slip on my slippers and I slowly get up and make my way over to the living room. When I walk in Harry’s on the couch. I slowly walk up to him and sit in front of his face on the floor.
I watch him sleep and notice him tossing and turning. He finally turns and faces me again but his eyes are shut. I don’t think he’s realized that I’m here since it’s dark.
I pull my knee’s into my chest and look out the window. Even though were in NYC and there are skyscrapers everywhere, the moonlight is still able to find our apartment. I look over at Harry and his eyes are open.
“It’s rude to stare.” I joke smiling at him. I look at him and he’s smirking.
“Then don’t look so damn attractive.” He replies making me blush. I’m just glad it’s dark so he can’t see.
“Come here.” He says opening up his arm so I can slide onto the couch with him.
I easily fit into the space he’s given me and like a puzzle, he hooks his arm around me and were cuddling again.
“I’m sorry baby, I really am.” Harry whispers stroking my face lightly.
“I’m sorry too.” I reply quickly.
“Were just two idiots in love who fight over stupid shit.” I add making him chuckle.
“You’re a beautiful idiot.” He says in his raspy voice.
“I try.” I joke.
“I love you Diana.”
“I love you too.” I reply and then I feel Harry slowly kiss my forehead.
After that there were no words said. No words were even needed. Just being in each others embrace and knowing that we each loved each other was enough.
Everytime Harry would touch my face or body I would get butterflies in my stomach and a silly smile would appear on my face. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling when I get to stroke his face. I feel so special to be here, with him. Just being able to feel his face makes me feel like one of the luckiest girls in the world. It also amazes me how I can feel his love for me.
Not only in the way he tells me, or the way he holds me or even the way he looks at me. I can just feel it wherever I go, whatever I’m doing I just know that he loves me.
I wouldn’t change a thing between us. Nothing. Harry and I aren’t perfect but I will 100% take the bad days with the good because his good days are worth the bad days.
I finally feel Harry breathing slowly and I know he’s gone to sleep. I close my eyes and fall asleep the way I’m supposed too. With Harry.
Claire’s POV
Everything about jail sucks. The people are complete morons and I can’t stand the food. NOTHING ABOUT IT IS HEALTHY!
I slowly get up from my seat and throw down my cards.
“You can’t just leave the game.” One of the bitches I was playing with says getting up.
“Want to fight me fucker?” I ask. She’s a newbie and clearly has no idea who she’s messing with.
She takes a swing and I start to punch her over and over and over again until she starts to spit up blood.
“I can do what I want to do.” I say before walking away.
In prison there are fights. I used to just watch people beat the living shit out of each other until one day someone started a fight with me. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t fight back at all. I just took the punches and kicks like a little bitch. Not anymore. That reminds me. I still need to find the bitch that beat me up the first month.
I walk outside into the courtyard and I see her. She’s smoking some ciggs with her “friends”. No worries, I can take them. Jail has made me even more of a angry person.
“Oh look who it is, Claire the teddy bear.” She jokes. Before she can say anything else I collide my fist with her face.
I see her friends look at me in shock as I go for one of them. I quickly pull out my knife and slice one the last one’s throat. I didn’t even get to punch her. It was a quick death for her. I then took the other friends hair and pulled it back beating It repetitively on the hard cement until blood started gushing out.
“HEY YOU!” Screamed a guard.
I went to the girl who originally beat me up and she looks scared.
“What the-“ I cut her off by stabbing my knife directly in her throat. I pulled it out and watched her and she bleed. I felt someone cuff my hands and in an instant guards and a crowd of people surrounded me. The knife get’s taken from my hand but I don’t care. I’ve already used it as much as I need, and tonight. Is day one of my revenge.
Notes
So, I know I've already expressed my love for this song but whatever I'm putting it in another chappy again because I found that version and my heart was like "wow".
I know you guys don't want aunt claire back but...just trust me. I have plans.
Questions
What Is Aunt Claire Planning?
How Did You Find Harry & Diana Cuddling And Making Up?
Did You Like The Song With The Chapter?
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9/3/17