comfort ➳ hayes grier

quattro

*the italics are diary entries*

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what if this was all a facade?

i can't help but think that i don't even know myself.

i don't know who i am anymore.

everyone thinks i'm this overly-confident, fearless girl.

and i thought that too for a while,

but what if i'm not?

sometimes, there nights where i just lose it, honestly.

why don't my parents want me?

why am i here with all these people i hate?

why can't i be normal?

sometimes, you just need someone to hug you,

and tell you everything will be alright.

i have no one as of now,

but i guess i'll let you know.

sincerely, claire.

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just as i wrote the last word in my entry, someone barged through the door.

"HEY, BITCH!" hayes screamed, flopping onto claudette's impeccably made bed.

"hi," i replied weakly.

"what's wrong?" he asked, suddenly worried.

"i'm fine, i guess," i said.

his eyes flickered from me to the diary resting on my comforter.

"hayes, no!" i yelled as he grabbed my diary and dove into the bathroom.

"little fucker" i mumbled.

-

"claire?" hayes mumbled, sticking his head out of the door.

"yeah?" i replied, my voice drained of all emotion.

"i'm sorry you feel that way," he said sadly.

"yeah, well, what can i do?" i laughed humorlessly.

he laid down next to me in my bed, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"if you ever need someone to hold you and tell you sweet things to make you feel better, i'm right across the hall." he said, caressing my hair.

he continued, "and i know you can do this yourself, but if you need me to kick anyone's ass, i will. hands down, without a doubt."

i laughed and turned around to face him.

i honestly never noticed how attract he is.

yeah, sometimes he looks like he needs a serious haircut, and maybe his nostrils are a little big, but i overlooked all of those things.

i love the way his blue eyes always sparkle whenever he talks about things he's passionate about, and just his eyes in general. you can always tell what mood he's in by looking in his eyes.

i love his plump, pink lips, and not just because i want to kiss them, either.

there's something really attractive about them.

i love his laugh, his smile, his awkwardly long legs, and his large, cold hands.

all those little things make him, him.

and i really love him.