delightful fantasies / h.s.

day 8- march 29 2013

dear diary,
Last night, I saw Harry.

After he called me, I drove to a club a couple blocks away from my house. On the phone, I couldn't even understand half of the words he was saying. His words were slurred and he was talking nonsense. I finally got him to tell me where he was though. I pulled up to the club and immediately started searching for Harry. It took me about ten minutes before I found him, on the side of the building, puking his guts out. I ran over to him and waited for him to finish. Once he was done, I grabbed a steady grip on his shoulders so he wouldn't fall on the way back to the car. I carefully set him in the back seat of the car. He was still rambling under his breath about who knows what. I drove off, heading to my house. There was no way I was letting him go to his house without anybody there to watch him. We pulled up into my driveway about ten minutes later. I opened his door to see him passed out on the seat. I groaned and lifted him onto my shoulder. After dropping my keys once and almost dropping Harry, we finally get inside my house. I drag him up the stairs, up into my room. I slowly slid off his jeans (not in that way) to make him more comfortable. After that, I pulled up the blanket and was about to leave the room when I paused. I looked back at him, admiring his face. He was truly the most beautiful person I've ever met. After I decided to leave and not be creepy, I started to walk out of the room. But again, I paused. Not to admire his face again, but I heard Harry's faint voice say something that sounded "I love you." Before I could even react though, sadly,

I woke up.