Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Seven.

(A/N: This chapter will explain a lot about Drea's behaviour... You'll see. Don't forget to read the note at the end. Enjoy ! .xx)

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HARRY’S POV

 “Where are you going? Drea! Come back!”

I got up and went after her.

Me and my attempts on trying to make a girl talk to me.

Not just any girl: Drea.

I’ve always known she was difficult. My mum told me parts of what Fatima had told her every time they went out for a coffee or a cup of tea.

I was just trying to be her friend, nothing more. My mum told me to be nice with her so that’s what I was trying to do but she didn’t let me in.

She didn’t let me understand what’s going through that pretty little mind of hers.

Did I just call her pretty? I must be going insane.

I couldn’t find her anywhere. I practically ran through my neighborhood 3 times and no sight of her.

Wait… The lake!

I almost fell trying to run through the trees that led to it.

And there she was: with her knees bent, her head resting on the big tree where I usually sit, staring at the water.

“There you are” – I said while approaching her.

She jerked away. - “Leave me alone”

“I was just trying to be your friend ok? I wasn’t doing anything wrong” – I sat down next to her.

“Yes you were. I knew what you were trying to do. You were trying to make me reveal my secrets so you can go and tell everyone. But I know you better”

“Seriously? You really think that of me? Drea, you should know me better.”

“Stop calling me that..”

“Why, you don’t like it? Your mum calls you that, even people at sch-“

“That’s what he used to call me.” – She hugged her legs and I could hear her crying.

“Who?”

“Louis.”

“Who’s Louis?”

She didn’t answer, just kept crying.

“Hey, come here.” – I pulled her by her arm but she fought back. – “Please don’t cry, I hate seeing people cry.” – I tried once again and she gave in.

I put her on my lap, holding her close, trying to calm her down. – “Shh, it’s ok. I’m here, you can talk to me. I’m not leaving.”

“He’s not coming back Harry, and it’s all my fault. I did this, I can’t live with myself knowing I am the one to blame.”

“Drea, Drea, Drea!” - I tried to make her look at me, but she was looking around avoiding my gaze – “Look at me!” – I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. – “It’s not your fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. It was destiny. It was meant to be for him not to be here.”

“No, you don’t understand! I made this, I can’t undo it!”

“No, you didn’t do anything. Hey, listen to me!” – I held her tighter – “Whatever it is that happened, you can tell me. I’ll be here for whatever you’ll need ok?”

“If I could trade my life for his, I’d do it without a second thought. I just want him back.” – She looked into my eyes and they were cold.

Her eyes looked like ice. It’s as if they had lost their color. – “I just want to be able to hug him and tell him how much I miss him and how sorry I am for everything, I didn’t mean to Harry, I didn’t mean to do it.” – She rested her head against my chest sobbing.

“I know you didn’t, I know you didn’t.” – I kissed her head and held her tight.

So this is what is consuming her. She thinks it’s her fault that he’s dead.

Who was he anyways? Her brother? Her cousin? Her friend? Her… boyfriend perhaps?

My mum never told me anything about a Louis guy. Maybe she doesn’t know.

It was getting darker; it was probably near 6pm. I had to start dinner soon or my mum would kill me.

I couldn’t hear Drea sob anymore.

“Drea?” – I shook her a bit.

She shifted a bit before lifting her head to look at me. – “Yeah?”

“Were you asleep?”

“Maybe… What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time. Come on, let’s go home. You need to change to warmer clothes.”

She nodded, standing up and helping me also.

“Harry?”

“Yes?” – I was making pasta while she was observing me. I just couldn’t leave her alone in her room, I don’t know what she might do and to be quite honest, I’m scared.

“Will you promise me not to tell anybody and I mean anybody not even your mum, about my episode earlier?”

I turned to look at her. – “I promise. It will stay between us two.” – I smiled at her trying to make her show some emotion besides anger and sadness.

She closed the space between us and wrapped her arms around my waist. – “Thank you. Thank you so much Harry.” – She looked at me smiling.

She was actually smiling. And it was the most beautiful sight.

“You don’t need to thank me. This is what friends are for, right?”

She jerked away. – “Yeah…” – She got back to her previous spot on the counter. – “It smells good, what’cha cooking?”

“Pasta. Wait you like pasta right?”

She giggled – “Yeah, I do moron.”

“What did you just call me?”

“Moron. Why, did I insult you? Because I meant it.”

I threw her over my shoulder and made my way upstairs.

“Harry! Let me go! I’m gonna be sick! Harry!” – She half laughed, half yelled.

I opened the door of her room and threw her on the bed, tackling her until she was out of breath. – “That’s what you get when you insult me.” – She continued to laugh.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that sight. She just needed some attention and someone to be there for her to cry on. Someone who can she trust and be herself. 

Maybe I can be that someone.

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(A/N: She's letting him iiiiiiiiin..... Now you know a new character: Louis. Yeap, Louis Tomlinson. But you'll see what happened to him later... Harry is so cute isn't he ? Let's hope Drea doesn't ruin anything between them ;) The playlist is on the external link on the right if you want to check it out :) Goal: 10 votes or 100 reads. I love you all .xx)