How Could Somone Mislead You?

                                    

                                          
“That’s your name isn’t it? Erin Mae?” Harry questioned me, bring tears to my eyes.
                          
“Yeah, it is.” I said as two tears slipped out from my eyes.
                          
“Someone told me that it was. They also told me the story of how you got the name Diana. Is it true?”
                          
I nodded.
                          
“Can I hear it from you?”
                          
“So…before my mom died, she told me that my name was originally Diana. But the thing is, I never responded to it when I was younger. So my parents changed it to Erin Mae. Dunno why really. Anyways. Then, before my mom died, I learned that her middle name was Diana. My dad always called me that until they learned how much I hated that name. It crushed my mom. So, before we lost her in the hospital, she asked me if I’d do something for her…” I trailed off.
                          
“She asked you if you’d go by Diana.” Harry finished for me. I nodded and wiped at the tears rushing down my face.
                          
“Oh D-D…Diana?” Harry started to say my name but stuttered, causing me to laugh.
                          
“What do I call you now?” Harry asked me.
                          
“Whatever you want. Honestly, it doesn’t matter too much to me. Diana could be a nickname; Erin Mae could be a nickname. It doesn’t matter.” I sat up cross legged and retrieved the ice.
                          
“Okay Erin. I think I like calling you that.” He smiled.
                          
“I like how it sounds coming from your mouth.” I smiled too, not really caring that words such as those were coming out of my mouth.
                          
“Oh yeah?” Harry leaned over and poked my side, causing me to shriek and toss the bag in my hand up in the air.
                          
“Where’d it go?” Harry looked to the left and right trying to find the bag. Before I could grab it, the heavy bag of ice landed on Harry’s curls.
                          
“Ouch!” Harry exclaimed. I barely even heard him over my laugher.
                          
“That’s not funny Erin!”
                          
“Yes –gasp- it –gasp- was!” I said through short little gasps of air.
                          
“Oh, I’m so gonna get you, Erin Mae!!” Harry exclaimed loudly, scrambling up to chase me.  I shrieked and shot up from the couch. I ran around as best as I could in a strange house. Of course, with Harry being so much more athletic than me, and with my body eating away at my muscles, Harry eventually caught up to me.
                          
“I’ve got you!” Harry threw me on his shoulder and practically sprinted down up the stairs. He threw open the door to a room with cologne in the air and clothes everywhere on the floor.  Posters of various bands and crap were all over the walls. The bed’s covers and sheets strewed across it. He even had spray-paint on a wall.
                          
“Welcome to Harry Style’s bedroom.” I mumbled to myself, right before I was set down on the bed.
                          
“Oh yeah. How do you like it?” Harry stepped back from his bed and raised his arms.
                          
“Very um…nice.” I chose the safest word and held back a laugh.
                          
“Well, what’s wrong with it?” Harry frowned.
                          
“Nothing.” I raised my eyebrows. “It’s neat and clean.”  I said calmly.
                          
“Okay, okay. I’ve got it.” Harry pretend glared at me but couldn’t keep back that famous half smirk of his.
                          
“Wanna clean it with me?” Harry asked, causing me to raise my eyebrows a second time.
                          
“It’ll be fun!” Harry pulled me up with one arm from my lying down position on his comfy queen sized bed. He pulled in his black iPhone and started playing some music. He started dancing around his room, throwing garbage away and shutting dresser doors. I learned to smile without giving it a second thought and found myself in a deep conversation with him, all while dancing around his room, picking up the most popular boy’s dirty jeans.