𝙋𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙄𝘿

0.9

"Are you excited to meet my family?" Harry asks as we walk down the street. "Yeah I'm so nervous though. What if they don't like me?" I ask. He rolls his eyes. "Shut up of course they will." he says. I laugh out loud. "What?" Harry questions. "It sounds like we're a couple." I say. Harry laughs awkwardly then stops talking to me. Great. Way to make it awkward, We walk up to his door. When he opens the door and goes to walk in I quickly grab his hand. He looks at me with wide eyes but I just give him a small smile.

This is possibly the most fun I've ever had. Now that I've gotten to know Anne more, she doesn't seem to hate me. She also doesn't think that sleeping with her son, which is even better.

"Did you have fun tonight?" harrys asks as we walk down the street. "Yeah I did actually." I say smiling. He just smiles. I then feel fingers  interlock with mine. My face immediately heats up. It's a nice feeling. We then walk up my driveway and I quickly pull my camera out. I snap a picture of Harry. He doesn't really say anything. "Goodnight Harry." I say. I peck his cheek and run inside. Why the hell did I just kiss his cheek? I'm so stupid.

I quickly scribble in some designs around the picture I took of Harry earlier. He looks adorable in this picture. I date the top of the page and go back to look through the journal. I've written so much and it's all about Harry. Im such a stalker. I don't understand why he even hangs out with me. I've realized that I'm starting to fall for Harry. Like really hard. Every thought I have is consumed by him and I don't know what to do about it. He brightens up my day. Harry just seems to care so much about me and I care so much about him. I'm just scared. I'm scared of falling too hard and him not being there to catch me. He probably doesn't feel the same way about me. Why would he? I'm ugly. Im not that great of a person. I also don't have any friends. Adelaide is my only friend. I'm practically useless to him. After bashing on myself for so long I realize that it's 1:00. I turn my lights off and cry myself to sleep that night. Thinking of how I'll never be good enough.