"so that was beyond amazing. Why didn't tell me you could sing." Harry says as he walks me to to my room.

"I can't really." I bluntly reply. Although I think Harry has picked up on my newest vibe.

Gosh could this elevator be any slower? I feel like I am dying.

I look to the ground but Harry is looking at me. "Are you sure your ok Dianna, you've been acting weird since you got to my room.?"

I just nod my head. "Ok spill." He presses the stop button. "Are you insane?" I press it again.

"Tell me what is wrong?"

"Nothing. God Harry why does something have to be wrong?" I huff. "Just be honest." He doesn't even know what the word means.

"I told you I'm fine." I cross my arms. "Is it side effects Or your period?"

Is he insane? Does he want to be punched, I may be little but I do box back home and will knock him out.

"I should have known" I murmur. "Pardon?"

On cue the elevator comes to my floor. "Good night Harry." I stomp out of that exasperating confined elevator.

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Harry's POV:

I scratch the back of my neck, what went wrong? Maybe I shouldn't have said about the side effects or period, poor girl can't help it.

I press my floor number and contemplate what could be potentially be wrong.


I can't honestly think though. I get to my room and walk in. I clean up my bed a little and notice a white top - Kendall's top she is so cr-------

Fuck hang on!!!!!

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