Meet Me In The Hallway.

My breakfast and I are in a staring contest, I don't plan on surrendering anytime soon.

"Dianna"

Damm it.

"hmmm." I look at my father.

"Can you please have one bite?" I shake my head rapidly.

"Dianna the deal was we would come on this trip if you tried to eat." My dad pressures.

"I am trying!." I grow agitated.


I see a waiter come past with a plate of delicious food, popping it down to the customer three tables down. Damm that looks amazing, I keep starting at it and lick my lips.

"Can I order that.?" I ask my dad. He rolls his eyes, "Dianna no, eat what you ordered."

"But I don't like it." I cross my arms like a child.

"Your being difficult." His eyes grow wider. I slouch down in my chair and present a sour look upon my face. I pick up my fork and poke at my food and tears form in my eyes.

Another side effect - mood swings.


"Are you being serious?"

I play the silent game. "Dianna you are twenty two in a couple months. Act your age for god sakes."

Silence.


I sit here opposite my dad and contemplate if this trip was even worth it, because when we get home who knows what will happen, it was a massive risk venturing here but hey thats me always willing to take risks. I guess all my life in and out of hospitals has taught me that.


"Promise me you will eat that."

I nod my head happily.

I turn my head to see where that delicious plate was damm he ate it all.


"Excuse me, I don't mean to pry but what did you order for breakfast?" I ask kindly. I feel my fathers burn into face.

He looks up and oh god. If i was any other girl they would be screaming and jumping up and down, but my mind is fixated on the food.

Perfect shaped green eyes, chocolate short brown hair and tattoos exposed. He chuckles.

"It's ok, it was umm the eggs Benedict," He smiles, and that accent my god.

"Great thanks." I smile back.


"Umm did you just ask Harry Styles what he ordered for breakfast?" My dad is caught off guard.

I kick him under the table. "I want what he had." I assert myself.


"Umm sorry, but I just had to ask what part of Australia your from?" Oh god is Harry Styles talking to me? I kick my dad again under the table.

'STOP THAT!" I signal my dad to answer him. "Were from Melbourne."

"Ahh nice part of the world." Harry responds, it's not really I debate. "What brings you to this side of the world?"


Wow his really friendly. I'll let my dad do the talking. They never informed me nervousness was a side effect.

"dad and daughter vacation." I kick him again, how much more embarrassing can he be?

"Seriously I'm going to need a cast in a minute Dianna."

I face palm. Harry starts laughing.

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