Be Nice To Me

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Dear diary,
it's a wet day out today.
It's a cold day out today.
But I'm happy.
It's a happy day today diary.

Usually rain makes me sad. But today, it makes me happy.

Lou kissed me today. In the rain. Louis Tomlinson kissed me in the rain today.

It was after the last period in class today, Zayn had taken my flower crown and stomped on my flowers.
Louis wasn't in class then. He had left to use the loo.

When Louis saw me in the hallway, he asked me what happened to my flower crown. I didn't want to tell him, j was scared of how Louis would react. But I told him. I told him Zayn had wrecked my flower crown.

Then,
Louis found Zayn and punched him in the face. One of his best mates. He punched his best mate Zayn in the face for me.

He held my hand after that and said it was okay. That everything was going to be okay.
Louis said he'd give me a new flower crown. A prettier flower crown. One almost as pretty as me.

I blushed but he didn't let go of my hand this time. He held onto my hand with such a protective and reassuring grip that I felt butterflies by just the mere touch of him.

Then Louis Tomlinson, the Louis Tomlinson, offered to walk me to my car. Just before we reached the parking lot, he cupped my face softly. His hands were rough and warm against my skin. They were so pretty. He's so pretty. And not to be cliché diary, but in that moment, everything seemed to slow down. I felt the rain trail down my back and wet my hair. I felt my heart beat against my rib cage.

Then he kissed me.

His lips were slightly chapped from the cold wind and his quiff was dampened from the rain.
But he was still so pretty. He smelt like soap, and he tasted like mint candies.
I couldn't get enough of him.
I couldn't get enough of Louis.

I was lost in the oblivion of Louis Tomlinson's lips. Which were on mine...

He, as I came to find out, actually went on his toes to reach my lips.
I teased him about that but he scoffed and said it was because I was as tall as a giraffe. But quickly after he said I was more like a willow tree than a giraffe.

He said it was because I'm tall, beautiful and I bend like a willow tree. I asked him what he meant by that and he said that like a willow's branch, I bend, but I'm too strong to break. He said he admired my strength. I told him I admired his entire being.

I like Louis. A lot. Maybe too much.

He's so pretty. But the word 'pretty' isn't actually enough to describe himself anymore.

Louis is perfect.

-Harry x