He's My Angel

The story started when I was young and dumb, I was naïve I didn't listen. I fell in love and boy did I fall hard. He was just so, perfect. This is my story and I'd like to warn you. It is pretty emotional. Welcome to my world. I fell hard and he didn't catch me. I hit rock bottom HARD and the worst part, I hit it alone.

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13. Chapter 13

Diana's p.o.v

He got in his side and started the car. He turned the radio on and Story Of My Life came on. We looked at each other and I laughed and turned it up. He sang along and I was trying to but I was laughing.

"Wait!!! Stop stop stop!!! It's my favorite part!!" I shouted over the music.

"But baby running after you, is like chasing the clouds.." I sang. He laughed and so did I.

After the song turned off I turned off the radio. We parked our car at a huge fancy restaurant.

"Wow.." I said. He looked at me and smiled. But he's smile slowly faded when paparazzi came running up to us.

"Head down." He said. I nodded and got out of the car. I smiled and kept my head down as I felt Harry grab my hand. We rushed inside after about 200 pictures. We walked to the front desk.

"Styles, please." He said. The man looked on the paper. "There's no Styles here, sir." He answered. Harry rolled his eyes. "Check again."

"Yes, I'm sure I don't see a Styles." The man answered. Harry groaned in annoyance. "Fine we'll go somewhere else." He snapped.

We rushed back to the car and started driving. "I'm sorry. I swear I called he was just being a dick." Harry said. I laughed, "it's fine Harry, really."

"So where now?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled, "Oh if we were in England I would have the perfect place." He grinned cheekily. I laughed. "Actually I was think of a ice skating?" He said. I looked at my clothes and laughed. "In this?" I asked, "We'll stop at Target." I nodded.

We pulled up to a target and rushed past the paparazzi. We walked inside and it walked straight to the women's clothes. I grabbed a light pink sweater, light skinny jeans, fuzzy boots, and a gray beanie. I walked to the cash register.

I pulled out my wallet and Harry took it from me. "No, I'm paying." He laughed. I shook my head. "No. I'm." I said. He paid the cashier and stuck his tongue out at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Go to the changing rooms and change real quick." He smiled. I nodded and headed towards the changing rooms when I bumped into a girl.

"Oh I'm so- Hey? Aren't you that girl who was at that fancy restaurant with Harry Styles?" She asks. I nodded, "He's too good for you, S-L-U-T." She snapped and laughed and walked away.

I felt tears in my eyes. Why did that even hurt me? Oh I don't know I've never been called a slut before.. I felt a arm grip my shoulder. I turned around and saw Harry.

"Hey- What's wrong?" He asked, I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm going to go change now." I said rushing to the changing rooms. I quickly changed and walked back out and Harry smiled.

"You look perfect." He said as he grabbed my hand. "Thank you." I smiled.

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