Diary Of A One Direction Stalker

~Chapter One~ Violence Is The Answer

Authors Note: I personally adore Eleanor....So don't worry about that.... AND this is fiction, so don't worry, this is not a real diary, purely my writings.

I have no idea why but two parts got mixed up. I say either stop reading this and go to the next part and then come back, or just skip the next part. It's just a preview. Okay, now the real chapter starts:

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Dear Diary, I got up this morning, and I made toast for breakfast! Then, I took my food coloring and drew Harry's face on it. Eating Harry has never been better. Then, I went for a walk outside with my cat. I love cats.... I was walking, and I heard this girl , about 8, talking to her friend, about how she wants to date my Niall....I walked up to her and said,

"You ignorant girl! Niall is married to me!"

Then, she had enough nerve to answer back, "Niall isn't married...What's wrong with you?" I was so flustered, I tripped her, and she fell right on her face...If you could even call it that....More like pile of trash...

"Niall is mine you-you tramp!" I told her with a smile, before I walked on.

Diary, you can't even imagine the pain I go through....

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Dear Diary, The police came today, about my supposed "assault of a minor" I explained to the officer, it was merely self defense, she was threatening me. He understood, and I told him I did not want to press charges. 

Only four more days until I can see my nieces, and husband, Louis! I hope I don't run into that disgusting Eleanor....I hate Eleanor Calder.

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Dear Diary, I suppose I should tell you all the events of a day, I don't do that very often....

So I woke up, and I looked at my posters of my husbands. There isn't an empty spot on the wall of my apartment. I decided to build another shrine to my boys. I went to the store to get the supplies, and when I got there, someone saw my handbag with pictures of my boys on it, and said,

"You actually like One Direction? That Muslim guy ruined it."

I could not contain my anger. I just started hitting her....I just hit everywhere....I punched her, I kicked her, bit her, I pulled her hair, and I probably would of killed her if the manager hadn't stopped me. He held me down until the police and paramedics came. It was okay because I got to lay there, watching her in pain, her nose bleeding, her crying. I loved how much hair she lost.

I was handcuffed and put into a police car. I was let out of jail a few hours later, because they said that I could get out of my charges if I took a mental health test and anger management classes.

I went home, and I built my shrine....It was amazing. My boys are so beautiful.

I went on Twitter and Facebook, and checked up on my boys. They were doing amazing, as usual, and looking dashing as well. I ate something, and here I am writing in my diary, I'm going to bed now...bye Diary.

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