Be Nice To Me

Maths Class

Dear diary,
I sit next to Louis in Maths class.
I learned the pretty boys name.
His name is Louis.

I learned this in maths class during attendance. No one usually sits next to me. But he did. Louis sat next to me in maths.

His leg touched mine when he sat down. Pretty B-
...
Louis I mean. He is much shorter than me. I didn't notice thus before.
But he's short. Or at least smaller than me.
I am tall and lanky, so I'm sure he's average sized. I wouldn't know though. I don't stand next to a lot of people, or go near a lot of people. So I don't know what average size is. What is average?

I could ask Louis tomorrow. He talks to me. So I could talk to Louis. Tomorrow...

I wore two shirts again today, but no one hit me. No one at school hit me.
I think Louis noticed that I wore layers. In such hot weather as well.

His eyes-
his extremely pretty, pretty eyes,
stayed on my shirt a little longer than usual. My first shirt was hanging out a bit underneath my second one. I'll fix it. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll fix it.

He called me Harry today. Louis called me Harry today.

No one has called me Harry in a long time. Or ever.
Only Harold, or useless, or faggot, or mistake, or queer...

But he called me Harry today. Louis called me Harry. And I liked it.

-Harry x