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July 27th,2010.

My last day at home was pretty emotional. Mum and Dad bid me goodbye with hugs and kisses, while Nan sobbed as if I were going away forever. I'm finally going to University, and not just University, but the University I've dreamed of being at since I can remember. I'm finally doing my majors in English at London University.

I've always loved the English language so much. Art was my best subject. I still can't decide if I'm going to publish or continue with art. Careers are so confusing.

"You might be 18 but you're still our baby. Please stay out of trouble Diana."

"I will, Dad." I've always been the naughty one at school.

"Please don't get into any trouble Dai. We have had enough of seeing your teachers and your principal back at school."

"I'm eighteen Mum. I'll be just fine." I smirk at her. She knows me too well.

I hug them goodbye once more and drive to Uni that is just four hours away from home.
The campus is majestic, and the building looks ridiculously old, but it's absolutely beautiful."

Top secret : I'm a street artist and I'm pretty damn good at it.
Back in London I did a lot of crazy street arts. I was actually hoping to do some at Uni but this place is way too cool. Definitely bombing the bathrooms, though.

I take a stroll around this campus which is going to be my home for the next four years. I make friends with this girl Bethany (who I knew back at school) and her friend Sarah who seem like pretty good kids.
Also, Bethany is my room-mate so it would be less awkward to talk to someone completely strange to you.

Bethany and I walk to our dorms and unpack our luggage. I must say, the dorms are pretty damn good.
I remember my dad saying the dorms at Oxford were huge. He wanted me to go to Oxford but I was keen on pursuing art and English majors, and luckily my parents being artists too, knew I'd be happy at UOL. (Abbreviation for University of London.)

After everything is set, I got hold of my diary and wrote three pages describing every minute detail of today's day. It was hectic but I decide to watch some Television with Bethie and then we both fall asleep.

I wake up at 5 am with a shuddering sound at our door. Someone wouldn't stop banging the god damn door.
I was going to kill this kid.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I yell and open the door.

Crap. This kid is so cute.

" I am so sorry, I was looking for Bethany. I was so bored." He tells me.

He has an amazing accent. From Cheshire, I think.

"I am so sorry to burst your bubble but she's sleeping AND SHE HAS A ROOM MATE WHO YOU JUST WOKE UP." I complete the other half of my sentence literally yelling at him.

This was like one of the many times I yelled at my parents. Disturbing me while I slept was their favourite thing in the entire world.

"I get it and I'm so sorry. I know how it feels when someone disturbs your sleep."
A part of me wants to forgive him for the latter half of his sentence but I'm still so mad and he's absolutely stunning.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go back to sleep. You can talk to Bethany tomorrow." I tell him.

"No problem. Good night."

"Bye." I shut the door and walk towards my bed when someone knocks again.

I open the door and it's him again. What part of my statement does he not understand?

"What now?" I ask.

" I forgot to tell you something." He's legit smirking.

"That is..?" I question.

"You're really pretty." He's blushing.

"Want to know what else I am? Sleepy. Good night." I shut the door.

There's a knock again and I want to kill myself now.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT DAMMIT?" I yell, again.

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Will you let me sleep if I tell you?" I ask.

"Definitely."

"I'm Diana. Diana Vladimir. You are?"

"My name's Harry. Harry Styles."

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