"Relax Harry, chill" Lou tells me. "I can't help it, I can't wait to see her."

Its 7.15 I'm on in fifteen minutes where is she? "Maybe there's underestimated traffic?" Lou suggests. I hope so, but I know Dianna she is always early and calculates traffic time.

"Ten Mr. Styles" I rub my palms together, I need to go the stage.

My band and I huddle but I'm not emotionally here.


"Good evening Melbourne. I'm Harry Styles." My heart and mind aren't in this but I proceed for the fans raging in front of me.


During each break of a song I keep glimpsing over at Lou but she is poker face.


I can't even get through Sweet Creature without imaging her? Why did she not come, Why didn't she call? Had I done something wrong?


"Remember to always choose love and do whatever makes you happy in this world" I conclude. "This is for a friend of mine."

Ever since Dianna and my piano time I have always dedicated this song for her.


Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times

The crowd roars. I take another glimpse of Lou, she seems upset, shit what happened? She smiles indicating for me to finish for Dianna the only one on my mind.






We don't talk enough
We should open up
Before it's all too much
Will we ever learn?
We've been here before
It's just what we know
Stop your crying, baby
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away
We got to get away
We got to get away
We got to get away
We got to get away
We got to, we got to (away)
We got to, we got to (away)
We got to, we got to (away)


Taking a quick bow I rush off stage.

"Lou what happened?" My eyes water.


Dianna's POV:

Tonight is Harry's show in Melbourne and we are all going. Me, dad, Anthony and Kylie she better calm herself.

"WEWWW VIP" Kylie parades in my room. "Looking good lovely" She winks.


I apply the last of my makeup and my brother calls her from downstairs. I fix my top https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3c/a7/4c/3ca74c61b75dd02807f8001efd999af2--polyvore-dresses-polyvore-outfits-classy.jpg

grabbing both sides of the basin I struggle. I haven't been well idea but I honestly thought it would pass by now. I am going tonight nothing is stopping me. I place some lipgloss in my clutch. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my lower back and silently wail. I slide down the tiles breathing in and out. I try to get up but weariness overtakes I slide back down.

Why tonight god, why? I need my morphine that is Harry.


"Dianna hurry were gonna be late." Someone shouts.





Harry's POV:

I burst through the double hospital doors frantically searching, Lou behind me.


"Lou." He dad rushes over getting all emotional over her. Lou does her best to comfort him. I walk away from all of this, at least they have someone to hold.


I stand by a door in the hallway. She lays unconscious tubes everywhere. White sheets engulfed all of a sudden I am the one who needs morphine, I need to be numb at the sight of this. I open the door, hovering over her. Ear Biting sounds from the machines interrupting the silence. I sit on the vacant chair and take her delicate stone cold hand. My large hand I caress hers hoping the warmth will jitter something.


I have no idea what to say? Can she hear me even? I have ever been in this situation before and I never want to be ever again.

"You missed a great show. Lucky I bough this. I think an encore is in order." I take my guitar out.



Meet me in the hallway
Meet me in the hallway
I just left your bedroom
Give me some morphine
Is there any more to do?

Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you'll come around
Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we'll work it out
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we'll work it out

I walked the streets all day
Running with the thieves
'Cause you left me in the hallway
Give me some more
Just take the pain away

Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you'll come around
Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we'll work it out
Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better

And maybe we'll work it out



As I play tears fall through my closed eyes.

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