'So Harry... Who's this Diana girl you tweeted a few days ago?' The interviewer flashed me a smile.
'Well, she's a fan who tweeted something that had caught our eyes. She kinda inspired us to write the song... Diana.' I shrug honestly.
'But of course it's dedicated to fans like Diana... Well, It's dedicated to all of our fans.' Louis nods along.
'I see. I see.' She nods before continuing with her question, 'Have you met her? Like have you ever tried reaching her? After all, like you've said... She INSPIRED you to write the song, which became a hit, she totally deserves to meet you guys.'
The boys and I exchange a few glances.
That was actually a pretty good idea.
Why hadn't we reached out to get in touch with her?
She's the reason why the song's a hit.
Without her, there'd be no 'Diana'.
'Actually... We haven't...' Niall shakes his head.
'Well you should.' The interviewer says.
Huh, Well maybe we should...
'SHUT UP!' I screamed as I slammed the door in his face.
'DON'T YOU FUCKING SLAM THE DOOR ON ME. OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR DIANA. I'M GONNA BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU.' Tyler explodes from behind the barrier in between us.
I start to cry and hyperventilate at his words.
He has no mercy on me...
I just got home and found him... Drinking.
So obviously, me being me, I tried my best to avoid him, but as you can tell... That didn't happen.
All of a sudden, Tyler storms into the room, breaking down the door.
He marches up to me, me slowly backing away until I back myself up into a corner.
'You're avoiding me. You know I hate it when you avoid me.' His eyes are dark as he begins to throw multiple punches at me.
I let out a loud scream as he kicks me, my body collapsing on to the floor.
'PLEASE STOP!' I scream as he pulls my hair.
'Fuck you.' He whispers before stumbling out of the room.
Once I knew for sure that he wouldn't be coming back, I curl up into a ball underneath my covers in bed and begin to cry.
She was right.
Chelsea was right.
I regret not going home.
I'll leave tomorrow...