Love In The City
♡ Chapter 4 ♡
Diana’s POV
I wake up and get ready as fast as I can. I have the viewings with the realtor today and I can’t wait to get out of this hotel. It’s a nice hotel don’t get me wrong, but I just need a place to call my own.
I get to the café and take a window seat. Shortly after I sit down I see the man from the website walk in.
“Tim Hughes!” I call. He turns around and his eyes light up.
“You must be Diana Rose, nice to meet you.” He says extending a hand.
“Nice to meet you too.” I reply smiling. He’s seems super chill.
“I’ll go get me coffee then we can head out.”
“Sounds good.” I reply. I watch him get his coffee and I can’t help but stare. He seems about 23 – 25 and I’m not going to lie, he’s hot. He has dirty brown hair and light brown eyes. I wish I was ready to move on, but I need some closure with Harry first. Tim gets his coffee then we head out.
The first apartment was a total blow. It was way to far from downtown and it smelled like shit. The walls were neon green and all the doors were a different color with different knobs. Tim apologized for wasting my time, but I didn’t mind seeing it because now I know what I definitely don’t want.
The second apartment was okay and it was $4,000 a month. It’s not that since I have money now I don’t want a cheap apartment it’s just the apartment was mediocre and if I’m in New York City, it’s go big or go home.
We walk up to the last place and I’m blown away. There are even gates to the small complex.
“This is where most high class people live, so they had a gate installed.” Tim says smiling. He quickly enters the pass code and the gates open. He shows me around and it’s beautiful. Plus it’s a 5 minute walk from the subway and not to mention my job. Plus, it’s in the downtown core of New York City, this is perfect.
We walk into the apartment and it’s everything I want. It has an industrial feel and it’s super modern. I look outside my window and I have a nice view of the lot and the part of downtown I’m living in.
“It’s perfect.” I say smiling.
“Not only is it perfect, It’s move in ready by tomorrow. “ Tim adds.
“I’ll take it.”
THE NEXT DAY.
“Yeah, just put the couch down there. Thank you!” I say to the last two moving men.
I close the door and then run and jump on my couch. Finally. My own apartment in New York City. I look out the window and fix the curtains quickly to make sure as much of the light from outside can beam in.
The rest of my day consists of vacuuming, cleaning and organizing. I finally finish everything and I take a quick look around before collapsing. My apartment is finally finished.
I check the time and its 5:00pm. SHIT! MY JOB STARTS IN AN HOUR AND I’M A SWEATY HOT MESS! I run into the shower without even waiting for the water to get warm. After my quick 10 minute shower, I blow-dry my hair like a mad woman before running into my room and slipping on my outfit.
I surprisingly don’t mind the outfit; it’s a tight black pencil skirt and a black blouse. I brush my hair until it’s perfectly in place before quickly applying some mascara and lip gloss.
I run out my door and run down the street to the restaurant. I get there just in time and my manager is waiting smiling at me.
“Sorry I-“
“You’re not late, you just made it, don’t worry.” She says smiling. Wow she’s so calm and relaxed. Aren’t managers supposed to be crazy and mean?
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“Enjoy your meal!” I say to my table of two. They seem like they’re in love. I used to be like that but… I guess nothing lasts forever.
“I NEED A PIANIST!” yells my manager.
“WHO CAN PLAY PIANO!?! ANYONE!?! HE’S RUNNING LATE! PLEASE I WILL PAY YOU EXTRA!” she screams. I run over to her and try to calm her down.
“I can play, and no extra charge.”
“Thank you Diana. Take off the apron and go play whatever you know for the next little bit. Then you can go, night off.” She says relieved.
I walk into the dining room and notice Harry and Kendall. Ugh. I see her laugh and playfully touch his arm. This get’s me very aggravated. I don’t even know what I want right now. I want to tell Harry that it’s me and that I’m awake now, but at the same time I’m angry that he left me and moved on, but then again it was three years, and If I tell him then what if he won’t want me back. For fuck’s sake, does he even remember me?
I sit in front of the piano and a million pieces go through my mind. Then it clicks. If he remembers me. Then he will remember this.
Harry’s POV
“And like I think it’s like really like cool how like chill she was about me being like that, you know what I mean?” Kendall asks.
“For sure.” I reply nodding.
“Where’s the music in this place?” asks Kendall rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know, they’re supposed to have a pianist.” I reply. God music would make this conversation so much better, I could block her out and just listen to music. They better get something on soon.
“Anyways, I think that maybe we---“ Kendall was talking but I wasn’t listening because I heard it… the song that I haven’t heard in 3 years.
(CLICK THA LINK -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l34dnf1w0U8 )
I look around frantically for the piano and I notice a girl sitting there. The same on that served us yesterday and… is she the same one from the other restaurant that Kendall and I went too. I look at her but her head’s down. She looks so familiar, I’m not close enough to see what she looks like but I know that I need to get closer.
“Kendall I have to go-“
“Where? To see her?!? The same bitch from the restaurant?” she asks in shock.
“I want to ask her about the piece.” I lie. Itry to stand up only for her to hold my hand and sit me back down.
“It’s not like she wrote it herself or anything so…” she says rolling her eyes.
Wrote it herself…but she did Diana did. I turn around and look at her and she’s now looking up. I look at her face closely and my heart stops. That’s Diana. I stand up and Kendall looks pissed.
“Where are you going?!?” she asks.
“I need to talk to her. Stay here.” I say quickly.
Her face is pure shock. I don’t even care; I’m just running towards the piano. I’m moving around chairs and everything trying to get to her. The piece ends and she get’s up and let’s the other pianist sit down. We make eye contact and her face goes pale. Now that I’m closer I can see her face better and there’s no mistaking it. Diana.
Diana’s POV
I finish the piece and let the pianist sit down. I pick up my stuff from the side of the piano and look up. I see Harry and he’s running towards me. I look over and Kendall’s watching.
I don’t even know what’s happening so I start to run. I know that Harry’s noticed me but I’m just not ready. I run outside into the ally of the restaurant and quickly after I hear his footsteps.
“DIANA!” he yells.
I ignore him and run into the streets. I see a cab and quickly hop in.
“GO GO GO!” I yell. The cab does as told and we drive off. I look behind me and see Harry standing there in shock.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper.
Harry’s POV
I walk back inside and Kendall is pissed off.
“Who’s your date again?” she asks. Ugh.
Finally after her bitching at me for another hour I drop her off and make my way home. I walk up the stairs and unlock my apartment.
I quickly call my mom because I need to know if I just imagined Diana tonight or if this was real.
“Helloo?” my mom says on the phone.
“Hey mom, are you back from holiday yet?” I ask
“Yes we just got back.” She replies
“I need you to call the hospital and ask about Diana.”
“Okay sure sweetie, I’ll call you back in a little.” She replies
“Thanks mom.” I hang up and feel home sick. I really miss Holmes Chapel.
I go to my kitchen and start to make cupcakes. Ever since leaving Holmes Chapel I’ve missed working at the bakery. It was fun and making cupcakes was my favorite part.
I start to make them when I realize I’m out of eggs. I know that my next door neighbor Mark might have some. I walk out and knock on his door and he answers.
“Hey mate.” I say smiling
”Harry what’s up?” he asks
“Got any eggs?” I ask laughing.
“No sorry I don’t eat anything from animals this week.” He replies.
Mark is one of those people that test crazy diets and then he writes reviews on them.
“Do you know anyone who might have any?” I ask
“The new neighbor maybe.” He replies pointing to the door next to mine. I look over and thank him quickly. I knock on the door when my phone rings.
“Hey mom what’s the news?” I ask
“She’s –“ the door opens and I cut her off.
“Awake?” I ask with my voice cracking. I hang up and my green eyes are met by her brown eyes.
“Diana?”
I wake up and get ready as fast as I can. I have the viewings with the realtor today and I can’t wait to get out of this hotel. It’s a nice hotel don’t get me wrong, but I just need a place to call my own.
I get to the café and take a window seat. Shortly after I sit down I see the man from the website walk in.
“Tim Hughes!” I call. He turns around and his eyes light up.
“You must be Diana Rose, nice to meet you.” He says extending a hand.
“Nice to meet you too.” I reply smiling. He’s seems super chill.
“I’ll go get me coffee then we can head out.”
“Sounds good.” I reply. I watch him get his coffee and I can’t help but stare. He seems about 23 – 25 and I’m not going to lie, he’s hot. He has dirty brown hair and light brown eyes. I wish I was ready to move on, but I need some closure with Harry first. Tim gets his coffee then we head out.
The first apartment was a total blow. It was way to far from downtown and it smelled like shit. The walls were neon green and all the doors were a different color with different knobs. Tim apologized for wasting my time, but I didn’t mind seeing it because now I know what I definitely don’t want.
The second apartment was okay and it was $4,000 a month. It’s not that since I have money now I don’t want a cheap apartment it’s just the apartment was mediocre and if I’m in New York City, it’s go big or go home.
We walk up to the last place and I’m blown away. There are even gates to the small complex.
“This is where most high class people live, so they had a gate installed.” Tim says smiling. He quickly enters the pass code and the gates open. He shows me around and it’s beautiful. Plus it’s a 5 minute walk from the subway and not to mention my job. Plus, it’s in the downtown core of New York City, this is perfect.
We walk into the apartment and it’s everything I want. It has an industrial feel and it’s super modern. I look outside my window and I have a nice view of the lot and the part of downtown I’m living in.
“It’s perfect.” I say smiling.
“Not only is it perfect, It’s move in ready by tomorrow. “ Tim adds.
“I’ll take it.”
THE NEXT DAY.
“Yeah, just put the couch down there. Thank you!” I say to the last two moving men.
I close the door and then run and jump on my couch. Finally. My own apartment in New York City. I look out the window and fix the curtains quickly to make sure as much of the light from outside can beam in.
The rest of my day consists of vacuuming, cleaning and organizing. I finally finish everything and I take a quick look around before collapsing. My apartment is finally finished.
I check the time and its 5:00pm. SHIT! MY JOB STARTS IN AN HOUR AND I’M A SWEATY HOT MESS! I run into the shower without even waiting for the water to get warm. After my quick 10 minute shower, I blow-dry my hair like a mad woman before running into my room and slipping on my outfit.
I surprisingly don’t mind the outfit; it’s a tight black pencil skirt and a black blouse. I brush my hair until it’s perfectly in place before quickly applying some mascara and lip gloss.
I run out my door and run down the street to the restaurant. I get there just in time and my manager is waiting smiling at me.
“Sorry I-“
“You’re not late, you just made it, don’t worry.” She says smiling. Wow she’s so calm and relaxed. Aren’t managers supposed to be crazy and mean?
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“Enjoy your meal!” I say to my table of two. They seem like they’re in love. I used to be like that but… I guess nothing lasts forever.
“I NEED A PIANIST!” yells my manager.
“WHO CAN PLAY PIANO!?! ANYONE!?! HE’S RUNNING LATE! PLEASE I WILL PAY YOU EXTRA!” she screams. I run over to her and try to calm her down.
“I can play, and no extra charge.”
“Thank you Diana. Take off the apron and go play whatever you know for the next little bit. Then you can go, night off.” She says relieved.
I walk into the dining room and notice Harry and Kendall. Ugh. I see her laugh and playfully touch his arm. This get’s me very aggravated. I don’t even know what I want right now. I want to tell Harry that it’s me and that I’m awake now, but at the same time I’m angry that he left me and moved on, but then again it was three years, and If I tell him then what if he won’t want me back. For fuck’s sake, does he even remember me?
I sit in front of the piano and a million pieces go through my mind. Then it clicks. If he remembers me. Then he will remember this.
Harry’s POV
“And like I think it’s like really like cool how like chill she was about me being like that, you know what I mean?” Kendall asks.
“For sure.” I reply nodding.
“Where’s the music in this place?” asks Kendall rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know, they’re supposed to have a pianist.” I reply. God music would make this conversation so much better, I could block her out and just listen to music. They better get something on soon.
“Anyways, I think that maybe we---“ Kendall was talking but I wasn’t listening because I heard it… the song that I haven’t heard in 3 years.
(CLICK THA LINK -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l34dnf1w0U8 )
I look around frantically for the piano and I notice a girl sitting there. The same on that served us yesterday and… is she the same one from the other restaurant that Kendall and I went too. I look at her but her head’s down. She looks so familiar, I’m not close enough to see what she looks like but I know that I need to get closer.
“Kendall I have to go-“
“Where? To see her?!? The same bitch from the restaurant?” she asks in shock.
“I want to ask her about the piece.” I lie. Itry to stand up only for her to hold my hand and sit me back down.
“It’s not like she wrote it herself or anything so…” she says rolling her eyes.
Wrote it herself…but she did Diana did. I turn around and look at her and she’s now looking up. I look at her face closely and my heart stops. That’s Diana. I stand up and Kendall looks pissed.
“Where are you going?!?” she asks.
“I need to talk to her. Stay here.” I say quickly.
Her face is pure shock. I don’t even care; I’m just running towards the piano. I’m moving around chairs and everything trying to get to her. The piece ends and she get’s up and let’s the other pianist sit down. We make eye contact and her face goes pale. Now that I’m closer I can see her face better and there’s no mistaking it. Diana.
Diana’s POV
I finish the piece and let the pianist sit down. I pick up my stuff from the side of the piano and look up. I see Harry and he’s running towards me. I look over and Kendall’s watching.
I don’t even know what’s happening so I start to run. I know that Harry’s noticed me but I’m just not ready. I run outside into the ally of the restaurant and quickly after I hear his footsteps.
“DIANA!” he yells.
I ignore him and run into the streets. I see a cab and quickly hop in.
“GO GO GO!” I yell. The cab does as told and we drive off. I look behind me and see Harry standing there in shock.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper.
Harry’s POV
I walk back inside and Kendall is pissed off.
“Who’s your date again?” she asks. Ugh.
Finally after her bitching at me for another hour I drop her off and make my way home. I walk up the stairs and unlock my apartment.
I quickly call my mom because I need to know if I just imagined Diana tonight or if this was real.
“Helloo?” my mom says on the phone.
“Hey mom, are you back from holiday yet?” I ask
“Yes we just got back.” She replies
“I need you to call the hospital and ask about Diana.”
“Okay sure sweetie, I’ll call you back in a little.” She replies
“Thanks mom.” I hang up and feel home sick. I really miss Holmes Chapel.
I go to my kitchen and start to make cupcakes. Ever since leaving Holmes Chapel I’ve missed working at the bakery. It was fun and making cupcakes was my favorite part.
I start to make them when I realize I’m out of eggs. I know that my next door neighbor Mark might have some. I walk out and knock on his door and he answers.
“Hey mate.” I say smiling
”Harry what’s up?” he asks
“Got any eggs?” I ask laughing.
“No sorry I don’t eat anything from animals this week.” He replies.
Mark is one of those people that test crazy diets and then he writes reviews on them.
“Do you know anyone who might have any?” I ask
“The new neighbor maybe.” He replies pointing to the door next to mine. I look over and thank him quickly. I knock on the door when my phone rings.
“Hey mom what’s the news?” I ask
“She’s –“ the door opens and I cut her off.
“Awake?” I ask with my voice cracking. I hang up and my green eyes are met by her brown eyes.
“Diana?”
Notes
Whoa, dramatic as fuck! So I went shopping with my getto gang (what me and my friends call ourselves and yes we spell getto without the H because that makes it more ghetto) yesterday and I got a semi dress!!! YAIII! Dress shopping is a serious pain in the ass but once you find a dress your good to go!
BTW, If you don't remember why he noticed that song, then remember when in LBD when Harry heard Diana play piano for the first time and her music teacher told Harry that she wrote it and then he made a deal with her. Piano lessons for math lessons. Just in case ya'll forgot.
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yass girl plz update
9/3/17