Meet Me In The Hallway.
14.
Harry's POV:
"Dianna, Dianna." I lightly shake her, she is safe now resting in my bed back at the hotel. I feared for her life back there. One minute she was holding my hand the next she was on the ground. A little grazed along her forehead.
It is all my fault, I should have been more careful and alert. This, my life isnt for her. She already has so much to deal with she does not needed this added pressure I just want to take her mind off everything, but I have caused more damage.
This broken, wounded girl in my bed I am compelled not to leave her alone. But I know the right thing is to go back to her life, without me.
Her eyes begin to flutter. "Dianna." I try again. "Hmm Harry?" she runs her hand through her hair. "Thank god" I hug her gently. I help her up and give her some water.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, your ok now." She touches her forehead. "Is that blood?" Her eyes widen.
I get the hot cloth and dabble it on the cut. She winces a bit. "Sorry." I keep cleaning it. She then begins to get emotional. I don't say anything.
"I'm sorry. I'm such a burden." Her lips quiver.
"Dianna stop. Please."
Her blue eyes dart up at me, but I refuse to look back. "I think you should go." She slowly gets out of bed and takes her bag. "I'll umm see you tomorrow." She grabs her shoes.
I shake my head. "No, no you won't."
Dianna's POV:
He shakes his head. "No, no you won't"
Don't cry. Don't Dianna. Instead I leave with tears streaming down my face.
What the hell happened? Last thing I remember was holding his hand and the paparazzi and then I fell. But I'm ok, thanks to him.
I guess I should have known, his not in this for the long haul and why should he be. He has his own life. Ii respect his decision but does not mean I'm not hurting. I have been exposed and felt a lot of pain in my life, but this, it is different too hight to rate on a scale.
Instead of going back to my room I go to the bar downstairs. Dangerous move but I am responsible I order a mocktail. Sitting here lonely and thinking about nothing sets me on the edge. I won't resort to my old ways. I won't.
Instead I pick at my fingernails and sip my drink.
Why am I fool, but am I? In the back of my mind I knew this would be but I guess I thought a little more it wouldn't. I wish cupid had warned me. Enough feeling sorry for myself I pay my drink and tip and go up to my room.
I wash my makeup off, put my pjs on and only my beating heart walks to the bed. I put my headphones in and listen to Little Mix Love me or leave me drifting off to sleep.
"Dianna, Dianna." I lightly shake her, she is safe now resting in my bed back at the hotel. I feared for her life back there. One minute she was holding my hand the next she was on the ground. A little grazed along her forehead.
It is all my fault, I should have been more careful and alert. This, my life isnt for her. She already has so much to deal with she does not needed this added pressure I just want to take her mind off everything, but I have caused more damage.
This broken, wounded girl in my bed I am compelled not to leave her alone. But I know the right thing is to go back to her life, without me.
Her eyes begin to flutter. "Dianna." I try again. "Hmm Harry?" she runs her hand through her hair. "Thank god" I hug her gently. I help her up and give her some water.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, your ok now." She touches her forehead. "Is that blood?" Her eyes widen.
I get the hot cloth and dabble it on the cut. She winces a bit. "Sorry." I keep cleaning it. She then begins to get emotional. I don't say anything.
"I'm sorry. I'm such a burden." Her lips quiver.
"Dianna stop. Please."
Her blue eyes dart up at me, but I refuse to look back. "I think you should go." She slowly gets out of bed and takes her bag. "I'll umm see you tomorrow." She grabs her shoes.
I shake my head. "No, no you won't."
Dianna's POV:
He shakes his head. "No, no you won't"
Don't cry. Don't Dianna. Instead I leave with tears streaming down my face.
What the hell happened? Last thing I remember was holding his hand and the paparazzi and then I fell. But I'm ok, thanks to him.
I guess I should have known, his not in this for the long haul and why should he be. He has his own life. Ii respect his decision but does not mean I'm not hurting. I have been exposed and felt a lot of pain in my life, but this, it is different too hight to rate on a scale.
Instead of going back to my room I go to the bar downstairs. Dangerous move but I am responsible I order a mocktail. Sitting here lonely and thinking about nothing sets me on the edge. I won't resort to my old ways. I won't.
Instead I pick at my fingernails and sip my drink.
Why am I fool, but am I? In the back of my mind I knew this would be but I guess I thought a little more it wouldn't. I wish cupid had warned me. Enough feeling sorry for myself I pay my drink and tip and go up to my room.
I wash my makeup off, put my pjs on and only my beating heart walks to the bed. I put my headphones in and listen to Little Mix Love me or leave me drifting off to sleep.
So far, this is interesting. And I like it
Well done
8/4/17