Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Ten.

(A/N: I suggest you get some tissues for this one... Don't forget to read the note at the end :) Enjoy .xx) 

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HARRY’S POV

I got home to see Drea was gone. She probably went to that damn lake again. But it started raining so she should be home soon.

I went upstairs, put on some music and looked for my journal. It’s been a week since I’ve last written on it.

Writing was my escape from the world. It was the only way I could feel her again, even if it was just through some pages.

As one song switched to another on my iPod, I heard footsteps and a door closing. Drea was home.

She didn’t even bother to say hello. I can’t understand that girl, she’s so infuriating but there is something about her that keeps me wanting to know more and more about her past. About what had happened.

I am dying to ask her who’s Louis and why is he dead. I want to help her. I want to make her stop hurting herself.

I don’t even know why I am doing this, I barely know her. But I can’t help it.

I shook my head. 

I looked for a pen, sat down on my bed and started writing.

My sweet dear Emily,

Every day I crave more and more of you.

I miss your tender touch, your sweet voice and your astonishing smile.

I hope you’re doing well up there. I hope you’re happy and living your life at the fullest.

I promise we’ll be reunited my love.

I promise I’ll come back to you as soon as I can. Nothing is holding me down here.

Zayn is no longer my friend. I’m all alone.

Every time I try to be with a girl, all I can think about is you.

Oh Emily, why did they have to separate us?

Why did God decide it was best to keep us apart?

I still dream about you. I dream about our endless nights under the tree near the lake, talking sweet little nothings and cuddling.

I miss the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

I miss your smell.

I miss you Ems.

Yours truly,

Harry .xx

 

I wanted to die but I couldn’t bare causing pain to my mum. All I could do was expressing my own pain through ink.

I looked over at my arm. I got a new tattoo this morning. It was a rose. Another something to remind me of Emily.

Emily Rose Carson. That was her name. She was my girlfriend. The first and only actually.

I’ve had my flings, but nothing too serious. She couldn’t leave my mind no matter how hard I tried.

I took a quick glance at the clock. 3:45pm. It was way pass lunch time and my mum wasn’t home yet.

I checked my phone and realized I had in fact a text from her saying she would grab something from the coffee shop near her old office.