Love In The City
♡ Chapter 24 ♡
(Song for this chapter: Wish You Were Here –Avril Lavigne)
Diana’s POV
I wake up and I hear the sound of traffic and a nice cool breeze go through the windows. I slowly sit up and slip on my black baggy pink boyfriend fit sweater and walk to the kitchen.
Harry is sitting at one of the stools drinking tea and reading something on his phone.
“Morning.” I chirp happily.
“Morning, I made us tea.” He replies smiling and gesturing towards the tea inside a pot.
“Thanks!” I reply. Wow, this is kinda awkward. I feel like we still have so much left to say but none of us want to say it.
I take out some granola, vanilla greek yogurt, strawberries and blackberries to make myself some breakfast and I can feel Harry’s eyes on me. I so badly want to jump across the island and kiss his face off but my subconscious reminds me that I want to take things slow.
Quickly I clean up the food items I took out and pour myself a cup of tea. I’m tempted to sit next to Harry but at the same time I don’t know if I should.
“Diana, just because we aren’t officially a couple, it doesn’t mean you have to stay away from me. I want us to go back to the way it was… and sitting next to me while you have breakfast is one of those things.” Harry says answering my question.
Then his words hit me “back to the way it was”. I don’t want to go back to the way it was because clearly that way didn’t work. Before I can control my mouth words fly out.
“I don’t want that.” Shit. Harry puts down his phone and stares at me intensely before realizing what I mean.
“I…I know you don’t want it exactly the way it was. I meant how we used to be around each other.” He responds shaking his head.
“I know…I just.”
“Scared?” he asks. It’s like he can read my mind. “Me too.” He adds after giving me a little smile.
“Harry, when we fall, we don’t just get up.” I tell him fiddling with my thumbs.
“Yeah, but when we get up we’re stronger.” He retorts. I can’t help but smile because this is what I’ve missed too.
“Why are you smiling? I thought we were having a serious conversation.” He says loudly in a joking tone.
“I’m sorry Mr.Styles but you are one funny Brit.” I kid him on.
“Aren’t I?” he responds smirking. I start laughing and he does too. Everything Is finally feeling more normal.
“So are we going to talk about living situations?” Harry suddenly asks.
“Um…sure.” I reply nervously. I really don’t want to think about this right now, but I know we need to talk about what this is and how it’s going to work.
Harry’s POV
I know she wants to take it slow and she doesn’t think this is relationship, but I can’t help but ask her some questions. If we don’t live together when will we see each other?
“So…” she says awkwardly. I guess I need to take the lead in this converstation.
“Diana, I’m going to be honest with you. I want us to move back in together. Here at your place is fine or my place across the hall. It doesn’t matter as long as we’re together. I know you don’t want to move too fast but I can’t sleep anymore nights without you by my side. So can we live together again?” I ask her looking at her hoping and praying that her answer is what I want to hear which is of course yes.
“Remember, I told you I might not want a relationship.” She responds shaking her head avoiding eye contact with me.
“A relationship? Or one with me?” I ask her. I can hear my voice crack when the words come out but I don’t care because I’m praying like never before that she still loves me.
“Harry I love you…I just don’t know if you love me.” She says as her eyes become glossy instantly.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask her. Jesus, she always has these thoughts that she never says until it turns into a fight.
“Harry If you were in that coma, I wouldn’t have been able to look at another guy or for that matter kiss another guy if he wasn’t you. Yet you’ve been with so many other girls when I was in the coma.” Is she serious right now.
“Diana, I thought you weren’t ever going to wake up.” Just as I say that I realize that it doesn’t matter, I was wrong. I look at her and tears are streaming down her face as she grips the counter top.
“I don’t think we’ve really talked about how much pain I went through when I woke up from the coma.” She cries looking at me with big doey eyes.
“No, we haven’t… can we?” I ask her. I honestly have no idea what shes talking about, I thought us breaking up was painful but I never considered what she must have felt seeing me with Kendall after a 3 year coma.
“When I finally got to New York and saw you at the restaurant, I wanted to run into your arms and kiss the life out of you. For a moment I thought about how much you must have missed me and how we would fit back together perfectly. Then fucking Kendall walks in and you give her a hug and kiss on the fucking cheek. In that one moment I felt as if my entire heart was shattered. The only thing worse was when you handed me my bag and didn’t even recognize me.” She bawls and she angrily looks at me.
“Then I started looking into everyone you dated while I was in the coma and it seemed as though you didn’t miss me at all. I know I said I wanted you to move on but FUCK HARRY. I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD HAVE SO MANY DIFFERENT WOMEN IN YOUR BED IN ONLY 3 YEARS! I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF YOU EVER LOVED ME, OR EVEN LOVE ME NOW!” She screams throwing her mug across the room.
“THEY WERE ALL TO FORGET YOU. I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU EVERY MOMENT DIANA. EVERY DAY I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU. YOU WERE ALWAYS ON MY MIND SO DON’T GIVE ME SHIT FOR THE GIRLS I DATED BECAUSE THEY MEANT NOTHING TO ME!” I fire back at her. All of what I’m saying is true.
“Whenever I would kiss them I would imagine your lips, every time they would smile I would think of how much better yours was. Their hair, eyes and even body couldn’t compare to yours. When I would hold their hand it didn’t fit like yours. Diana, for fucks sake, I love you so much and living those three years without you were the worst three years of my fucking life. So don’t tell me that I don’t love you because you are the only person in my mind and I love you more than you will ever know.” When I finish speaking Diana slides down to the floor and my body is sitting next to hers holding her in my arms comforting her as tears stream down her face.
“It just hurt so much.” She cries heavily into my arms.
“I know, it hurt me more than you know.” I reply crying with her. After minutes of holding her in my arms as we both cry out our pain we finally pull apart and she starts to giggle.
“Why do you laugh at the most inappropriate moments?” I ask sniffling.
“We’ve been crying together on the kitchen floor for the past half hour, it’s pretty funny.” She replies wiping her eyes.
“So are we good or is there anything else you need to tell me?” I ask her hoping that she either comes clean or is done.
“Done, how about you?” she responds holding my hands.
“Done…So are we?” Instead of verbally answering my question she crashes her lips onto mine. When we pull away she pulls me into a tight hug.
“Don’t let me go again.” She whispers in my ear.
“I won’t, as long as you don’t let me go.” I reply.
“I won’t” she promises.
We both finally stand up and Diana goes to the washroom to wash her tear stained cheeks as I just wash my face in the kitchen sink. After I wipe my face with a towel, I grab the dustpan and sweep up the mug Diana threw across the room.
“That was one of my favorite mugs.” She sighs as she walks back into the kitchen.
“Well it’s not my fault that when you’re angry you go hulk mode.” I tease and she smiles widely at my remark.
“So what do you want to do today?” she asks smiling.
“How about I drive to McDounalds and pick us up some big mac’s, I can also go get some more ice cream, chips and chocolate and we can watch movies until we throw up?” I suggest.
“Sounds spectacular.” She says sitting on the countertop. I stand between her legs and play with her hair as pokes my dimples.
“Then maybe around sixish we can go out for a fancy dinner?” I ask her hoping she says yes.
“Like a date?” she questions smirking.
“Yes. A date.” I reply rolling my eyes.
“Perfect. Now go get my food, it’s almost 12 and I’m really hungry, going hulk mode does that to me.” She jokes before hoping off the counter and looking through the movie cabinet.
I grab my jacket and slip on my shoes before walking up to her and giving her a peck on the lips.
“Be back soon.” I reply before leaving the apartment.
Finally, I have my Diana back, and this time. She won’t ever slip away.
Diana’s POV
I wake up and I hear the sound of traffic and a nice cool breeze go through the windows. I slowly sit up and slip on my black baggy pink boyfriend fit sweater and walk to the kitchen.
Harry is sitting at one of the stools drinking tea and reading something on his phone.
“Morning.” I chirp happily.
“Morning, I made us tea.” He replies smiling and gesturing towards the tea inside a pot.
“Thanks!” I reply. Wow, this is kinda awkward. I feel like we still have so much left to say but none of us want to say it.
I take out some granola, vanilla greek yogurt, strawberries and blackberries to make myself some breakfast and I can feel Harry’s eyes on me. I so badly want to jump across the island and kiss his face off but my subconscious reminds me that I want to take things slow.
Quickly I clean up the food items I took out and pour myself a cup of tea. I’m tempted to sit next to Harry but at the same time I don’t know if I should.
“Diana, just because we aren’t officially a couple, it doesn’t mean you have to stay away from me. I want us to go back to the way it was… and sitting next to me while you have breakfast is one of those things.” Harry says answering my question.
Then his words hit me “back to the way it was”. I don’t want to go back to the way it was because clearly that way didn’t work. Before I can control my mouth words fly out.
“I don’t want that.” Shit. Harry puts down his phone and stares at me intensely before realizing what I mean.
“I…I know you don’t want it exactly the way it was. I meant how we used to be around each other.” He responds shaking his head.
“I know…I just.”
“Scared?” he asks. It’s like he can read my mind. “Me too.” He adds after giving me a little smile.
“Harry, when we fall, we don’t just get up.” I tell him fiddling with my thumbs.
“Yeah, but when we get up we’re stronger.” He retorts. I can’t help but smile because this is what I’ve missed too.
“Why are you smiling? I thought we were having a serious conversation.” He says loudly in a joking tone.
“I’m sorry Mr.Styles but you are one funny Brit.” I kid him on.
“Aren’t I?” he responds smirking. I start laughing and he does too. Everything Is finally feeling more normal.
“So are we going to talk about living situations?” Harry suddenly asks.
“Um…sure.” I reply nervously. I really don’t want to think about this right now, but I know we need to talk about what this is and how it’s going to work.
Harry’s POV
I know she wants to take it slow and she doesn’t think this is relationship, but I can’t help but ask her some questions. If we don’t live together when will we see each other?
“So…” she says awkwardly. I guess I need to take the lead in this converstation.
“Diana, I’m going to be honest with you. I want us to move back in together. Here at your place is fine or my place across the hall. It doesn’t matter as long as we’re together. I know you don’t want to move too fast but I can’t sleep anymore nights without you by my side. So can we live together again?” I ask her looking at her hoping and praying that her answer is what I want to hear which is of course yes.
“Remember, I told you I might not want a relationship.” She responds shaking her head avoiding eye contact with me.
“A relationship? Or one with me?” I ask her. I can hear my voice crack when the words come out but I don’t care because I’m praying like never before that she still loves me.
“Harry I love you…I just don’t know if you love me.” She says as her eyes become glossy instantly.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask her. Jesus, she always has these thoughts that she never says until it turns into a fight.
“Harry If you were in that coma, I wouldn’t have been able to look at another guy or for that matter kiss another guy if he wasn’t you. Yet you’ve been with so many other girls when I was in the coma.” Is she serious right now.
“Diana, I thought you weren’t ever going to wake up.” Just as I say that I realize that it doesn’t matter, I was wrong. I look at her and tears are streaming down her face as she grips the counter top.
“I don’t think we’ve really talked about how much pain I went through when I woke up from the coma.” She cries looking at me with big doey eyes.
“No, we haven’t… can we?” I ask her. I honestly have no idea what shes talking about, I thought us breaking up was painful but I never considered what she must have felt seeing me with Kendall after a 3 year coma.
“When I finally got to New York and saw you at the restaurant, I wanted to run into your arms and kiss the life out of you. For a moment I thought about how much you must have missed me and how we would fit back together perfectly. Then fucking Kendall walks in and you give her a hug and kiss on the fucking cheek. In that one moment I felt as if my entire heart was shattered. The only thing worse was when you handed me my bag and didn’t even recognize me.” She bawls and she angrily looks at me.
“Then I started looking into everyone you dated while I was in the coma and it seemed as though you didn’t miss me at all. I know I said I wanted you to move on but FUCK HARRY. I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD HAVE SO MANY DIFFERENT WOMEN IN YOUR BED IN ONLY 3 YEARS! I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF YOU EVER LOVED ME, OR EVEN LOVE ME NOW!” She screams throwing her mug across the room.
“THEY WERE ALL TO FORGET YOU. I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU EVERY MOMENT DIANA. EVERY DAY I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU. YOU WERE ALWAYS ON MY MIND SO DON’T GIVE ME SHIT FOR THE GIRLS I DATED BECAUSE THEY MEANT NOTHING TO ME!” I fire back at her. All of what I’m saying is true.
“Whenever I would kiss them I would imagine your lips, every time they would smile I would think of how much better yours was. Their hair, eyes and even body couldn’t compare to yours. When I would hold their hand it didn’t fit like yours. Diana, for fucks sake, I love you so much and living those three years without you were the worst three years of my fucking life. So don’t tell me that I don’t love you because you are the only person in my mind and I love you more than you will ever know.” When I finish speaking Diana slides down to the floor and my body is sitting next to hers holding her in my arms comforting her as tears stream down her face.
“It just hurt so much.” She cries heavily into my arms.
“I know, it hurt me more than you know.” I reply crying with her. After minutes of holding her in my arms as we both cry out our pain we finally pull apart and she starts to giggle.
“Why do you laugh at the most inappropriate moments?” I ask sniffling.
“We’ve been crying together on the kitchen floor for the past half hour, it’s pretty funny.” She replies wiping her eyes.
“So are we good or is there anything else you need to tell me?” I ask her hoping that she either comes clean or is done.
“Done, how about you?” she responds holding my hands.
“Done…So are we?” Instead of verbally answering my question she crashes her lips onto mine. When we pull away she pulls me into a tight hug.
“Don’t let me go again.” She whispers in my ear.
“I won’t, as long as you don’t let me go.” I reply.
“I won’t” she promises.
We both finally stand up and Diana goes to the washroom to wash her tear stained cheeks as I just wash my face in the kitchen sink. After I wipe my face with a towel, I grab the dustpan and sweep up the mug Diana threw across the room.
“That was one of my favorite mugs.” She sighs as she walks back into the kitchen.
“Well it’s not my fault that when you’re angry you go hulk mode.” I tease and she smiles widely at my remark.
“So what do you want to do today?” she asks smiling.
“How about I drive to McDounalds and pick us up some big mac’s, I can also go get some more ice cream, chips and chocolate and we can watch movies until we throw up?” I suggest.
“Sounds spectacular.” She says sitting on the countertop. I stand between her legs and play with her hair as pokes my dimples.
“Then maybe around sixish we can go out for a fancy dinner?” I ask her hoping she says yes.
“Like a date?” she questions smirking.
“Yes. A date.” I reply rolling my eyes.
“Perfect. Now go get my food, it’s almost 12 and I’m really hungry, going hulk mode does that to me.” She jokes before hoping off the counter and looking through the movie cabinet.
I grab my jacket and slip on my shoes before walking up to her and giving her a peck on the lips.
“Be back soon.” I reply before leaving the apartment.
Finally, I have my Diana back, and this time. She won’t ever slip away.
Notes
FINALLY I UPDATED. I have no explanation other than I've been busy. Sorry :(
So as you guys may know, or not know I WENT TO SEE ONE DIRECTION AND IT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LIFE CHANGING THING I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED. I WAS BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS HARRY AND ALL THE OTHER BOYS AND OH MAH GAWD. I JUST CAN'T EVEN RIGHT NOW. ASDFGHJKL;'. 5SOS WAS PHENOMINIALL AS WELL DUHHH! I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH TOO AND TO HEAR MY TWO FAVOURITE BANDS LIVE WAS JUST PERFECT. PERFECT NIGHT, PERFECT BOYS!
So yeah, I also have a new story called BlackHeart and I really can't wait to write it. So if you awesomesauce readers wanna read it click ----> HERE
Thanks for being patient and I will try to update Private Dancer ASAP, I just need to talk to Maya because idk where the story is going and idk if I like where it's going so we need to come to an agreement.
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