Dianna's POV:


I feel so out of place here, sitting at Heathrow airport. I supposedly want to return home in Australia. But my home is here, it's where all the people I love are, so why am I adamant to leave. Life is good yet I'm not enjoying it.


In this life I have learnt a lot. Everyday is uncertain, heck every step is uncertain. Whatever is your fate there is noting you can but endure it. Every tear, laugh, rage and things that may befall me I take it on my stride and journey along with it best I can.


My family, dad. I need to be here for him, he is still here for me. Anthony I want to be the best aunty to his kids. I am not mad at Lou I'm angry at the situation and she was an easy target. Harry. My superman, my hero, my inspiration. If it wasn't for him I would not be here.


I observe all the hustle an bustle in this tourist packed airport and sit and watch people randomly.


Battering my eyelids I enjoy my own company. My suitcase and I are in a staring contest.


"Dianna hey." They disturb my thoughts. "Niall hey." I smile. "What you doing here?" I ask politely. Taking a seat next to me, rummaging through his carry on.

"Always the last place you look." He holds his passport up. "I'm heading to La, recording for my album." He proudly smiles. "Thats great."


"You?"

Oh Shit. "I'm just a weirdo who likes to hang out in airports."

"Ok. Then." His flight is called over the mic. "Well I gotta go, I hope to see you soon."


"Yea me too." I smile waving goodbye.

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My cheeks bushing a claret colour. My heart beating for this moment.


"Dianna."


I shrug my shoulders like she does in the Notebook when she comes back to Noah.


"Corn beef and pickle sandwich." I nod repeatedly. I take Harry's hand and go back inside his house.

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