Diary.
Harry pov
2am 14th December
I haven't slept in 3 days. My eyes are red, my mouth dry. And my mind is playing tricks. Her. She is all I can think of. I see her around a lot. I drive past where she works a lot. No matter how hard I try I can't get her out of my fucking head. I needed a fucking break. I feel like I have let all our fans down by going on this break. But I swear I will come back stronger.
But her. I need her. I crave her. She probably knows who I am already. And that's why I sometimes wish my fame didn't come with my identity. I want to be normal sometimes. I don't want to not have to introduce myself. I want to date with out the fucking paparazzi in my face. I want to be with someone with out rumours.
She is perfect. But I can tell that she is so uncomfortable in her body. She hides herself behind the baggy tops and hoodies. She doesn't wear much makeup and her hair is a dark shade of brown. She makes me loose my mind. She isn't how everyone predicts my type of girl is. I don't have a type. She is chubby yes. She has spots. She has scars on her arms. But she is so beautiful. She's an angel in fact. But she doesn't know that I know she exists.
So it's also day one of our break. I guess that gives me more time to be normal? Do regular person stuff? I'm not sure. I need to sleep right now.
Harry
