March 7, 2015
The sunlight in her hair. The socks upon her feet. She spun in the grass, tumbling down. I took a deep breath, desperately trying to pick up her sweet scent. But I'm no more than human. It's not physically possible.
Her name was Sky. And she is fifteen. And I would like to call her mine. And I've known her since thirteen.
But she's known me since never.
No one would like a monster like me. My mother said so, my brother said so, my father said so. The whole school seemed to have said the same.
Everyone except her. She hasn't said a word to me.
Sky picked flowers and put them in her hair. She loves to sing too. I see her dance in her room to her cds. I know she's always wanted vinyls and a record player. She picks up a record at the store but her parents shake their head.
I've been saving up for her. I will buy her a record player and vinyls
All of her favorite songs. I will buy her anything and everything she wants.
I shut my notebook and drove away from the sight, knowing that the sun was setting and she would be called home.
When I got home I got into my shower with the hot water on high.
I couldn't get my mind off of Sky.
I wanted to touch her, because she seemed so untouchable.
I wanted to feel her skin on mine, her ever so soft looking skin. She was unreal.
I started to touch myself, thinking of this perfect girl, in such wrong ways. I was going crazy, but nonetheless, I'm in love with her.
You must be telling yourself that I don't know her, but I do I really do. After two years, you get to learn a lot about someone.
I flopped onto my bed after the long and hot shower, Sky still dancing around my mind. Around it, but deep inside was something darker.
"Harry! Why are you doing this to us! Please, Harry we love you!"
They didn't. My family never loved me. To be loved means to be understood. They couldn't understand me, and they never would have tried.
I understand Sky. It could only make sense. She is the one thing I could never bring harm to.
Never.
I love you so much, don't I?
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FanfictionDiary entries of a mad man who is insanely obsessed with a young adolescent girl. This does not reflect Harry Styles in real life. Story completed technically, but currently editing.