Diary Of A Fanboy

Chapter 1 - First Days and Complications

September 3

Dear Diary,

Let's get things straight around here. This is NOT a diary, this is a journal, diaries are for insecure little girls and honey, I'm no girl. You may be thinking 'oh, so you're like Greg from Diary of a Wimpy Kid?" The answer is no, I'm not a wimp. I may be a little......weird sometimes, but I am not a wimp.

My mom got me this diar--journal to 'write out my thoughts instead of showing them through violence', my mom's words. So, here I am. Most of the time I'm not a very violent person. I get up in the morning, get dressed, go on the internet for the whole day, eat, and then go back to sleep like everyone else. Oh, I also take anger management classes. I hate them, but I learned not to argue with my mother over the many years of experience. I only ever had one class and let's just say.....I got into a little fight with one of the guys there, his name was Owen. He called me a fag or liking the hottest most sexiest boyband on the planet, One Direction. Oh dear lord, I'm fanning myself just thinking about them.

I should also tell you, I'm openly gay so, the insult Owen gave me wasn't really an insult, it was the truth. I just don't see why people are so weird around me. Yeah, I'm gay, I like to have rough sex with boys, get over it, mate. Owen also called One Direction gay. I secretly hoped they were, but obviously they wern't so, I gave Owen a hug, around the neck, with my hands. Yeah....maybe I do need anger management classes after all....

Anyhow.....let's talk about One Direction for a second. The band consists of members, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, and my baby, Harry Styles. Harry is the most perfect human being I have ever laid my eyes on and I figure it must be a crime to be that gorgeous, like, it's not normal. The other lads are okay but Harry........whoo girl.....here comes the fanning again.

I was on twitter once when I tweeted: 'Come on guys! Let's beat the Vevo record for #BestSongEver ! We are the greatest fandom in the world so I know we can do it!' A few minutes later, I checked my mentions and there was a bunch of tweets with my name. Then I saw it. Harry freaking Styles retweeted my tweet. I was about to fucking pass out like oh my goodness gracious. I know what you're thinking: 'Who fucking cares? It's just a stupid retweet', and it probably is, but, I still sat alone in my bedroom corner and refused when people tried to touch me because I could not even. That tweet gained me like 3,000 more followers. Harry even tweeted back 'Thanks mate xx'

Thanks mate xx....

Thanks mate xx....

Thanks mate xx....

I swear, there were two 'x's' there. He does know that stands for kisses, right? Alert the media, I think it's official, me and Harry are getting married. I know I have competition, there are millions of girls who feel the same way I do about the boys, maybe, not even close. I'm pretty sure I'm their biggest fan, just saying. How do I even  think I have a chance? I'm a gay and I'm pretty sure the boys aren't, I'm pretty sure Harry isn't.....but, I fill those doubts with food and fan fiction, them girls write some good smut scenes.

Anyways, I have the most epic most awesome most amazing best friend in the world and his name is Liam Payne. He isn't really a fan of One Direction so our friendship has some bumps. Even though he's not gay, he says still likes their music and respects them. 

I could say I'm popular at school, get good grades, invited to parties, getting it on with the men......but, that would be lying. I'm not a complete loser at school, though. I have, acquaintances...and I'm not shy about being gay at all, I embrace it. Because I'm so confident, people seem to back off and not bully me as much as they used to when I was timid and small and frail, but, I always had Liam by my side, so that was good. The first day of Senior year starts tomorrow, and I am NOT looking forward to it what so ever.