I almost said her name. Almost...
Camila was furious about Diana and repeatedly called her names like, slut, whore, pathetic, useless, fat, mean, etc...
But, I was in no mood to argue with her today.
There was a knock at the door again. I walked over to it and it was Diana again...
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her and hugged me tight.
"Please, please, please," She begged.
I couldn't do this. I just couldn't.
I wrapped my arms tight around her. I hugged her tight and nudged my head in the side of her neck.
"I'm so sorry Diana." I whispered. I heard a quiet son escape her lips.
"What the heck!?" I heard Camila shout. I let go of Diana and pulled her inside the house.
"Get out Camila. I'm not going to pretend to date you. I love Diana. I fucked up a lot and I'm sorry if I hurt you Camila but I don't like you like that and you know that. I'm sorry." She stood there speechless.
"You fucking wait Harry! Wait till the paparazzi find out about this. Watch it Harry!" She yelled as she stormed out.
"Well, that was a little awkward." Diana whispered.
I laughed and grabbed her in a tight hug.
"Tell me about it." I whispered. "We're so fucked..." She whispered.
"I know, but we'll figure it out." I sighed, "We always do."
"Did I mention you look adorable when you sleep?" I chuckled. She backed out of my hug.
"What the fuck?" She giggled. I shook my head.
I walked towards her and grabbed her hand and my car keys.
"C'mon, let's go tell management we can do whatever the fuck we want." I smiled, she looked up at me and nodded.
Here goes nothing. Or should I say everything?