Diana

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~A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person For you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces~

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10. I Confess To You

Liam's POV

 

I fell asleep with thoughts swirling my mind preventing me from getting any rest whatsoever. I was trying to figure out ways on how to approach Diana about this clearly sensitive situation. My only intentions was to help her.

 

I slowly got up off of the floor and stretching out my tense back. I passed by a snoring Harry sprawled out on the couch and made my way to the bathroom. I did my business and passed by my room. I stopped abruptly when I heard rustling and grunts coming from the other side of the door. I pressed the side of my head to the door to listen more clearly.

 

I heard Diana's faint grumbles and sighs coming from the room. I opened the door to find her lashing around in the bed on the verge of screaming. I ran over to her side and wrapped her in my arms and gently rocked her back and forth speaking gently in her ear.

 

"Shh. Diana, it's only me. It's okay, nobody's going to get you."

 

Her eyes then shot open and tears were spilling out of them. A coat of sweat was glossed over her forehead and she was breathing heavily. She looked up at me with panic in her eyes and she soon jolted out of my arms and stumbled toward the door. I got out of the bed and ran in front of her before she reached the door and stopped her.

 

"Hey it's okay. You don't have to be scared." She just looked at me like she didn't know me and then realization hit her eyes. She soon started to cry and ran into my arms.

 

"I'm sorry Liam. I thought you were someone else for a second. I'm just glad it's you." I hugged her tight and then pulled back looking into her eyes.

 

"And I'm just glad that you're okay. Do you want to talk about what happened? You don't have to if you don't to."

 

"I'd rather not. Maybe some other time."

 

 I nodded and we both laid back down on the bed facing each other.

 

 She smiled weakly and lifted her hand up and grabbed mine and entwined our fingers together. I looked at our hands and how well they fit together. It pained me to know that she doesn't want anything more than a friendship.

 

I looked at her who was still looking at our hands. I took my other hand and gently grabbed her chin so that she could face me. I was deciphering whether I should take the plunge or not and kiss her. She might object but at this point, but I could really care less.

 

I was caught off guard when her face came closer to mine and soon felt her soft lips being pressed at the corner of my mouth. It was the softest of intimate gestures and yet I was completely content with it.

 

"If I were you Liam, I would stop now. You'll just get hurt in the end."

 

"What if I don't want to? What if I want to wake up next to you like this every morning being the reason for the smile on my face?"

 

"No, that's not what you want. I'm the reason for tears and pain, not smiles and happiness. I'm shattered, broken, and torn." By now she was sitting up with tears in her eyes and voice choking over them.

 

"I'm torn between loving you. I want to but I can't and it hurts. I know you would never do anything to me but I'm stopping myself from anything good happening to me. I don't deserve happiness. I just don't."

 

"Yes you do. Everyone does. You just have to leave the past behind you and look at what's ahead. What do you see in your future? Because in mine, I see myself with a beautiful, unique, and an amazing girl by my loving side."

 

I was sitting up with her and I took her arm in my hand and brought her wrist up to my mouth, leaving gentle kisses to the broken skin.

 

"Whatever pain was left, I'll just kiss it away." I looked at her tear stained face and wiped them away.

 

"You want to know what I see in my future? Nothing. Because I'm not letting myself have one." I looked at her with confusion etched in my features and eyebrows knitted together.

 

"What do you mean by that?"

 

"I have to go." She got off the bed and ran out the door. I didn't go after her. I was too busy processing her words.

 

Diana, what do you mean?

 

A/N

 

Oh god this is so bad. I wasn't completely focused because people would not stop talking and I don't have the time to rewrite this so..here you go :/

 

~Noel

 

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