Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Thirteen.

(A/N: I think you'll need tissues and maybe a little bit of self control because feels and just sadness. Read the note at the end and enjoy ! .xx)

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HARRY’S POV

Ems, I think I am losing my mind.

I almost kissed Drea last night and I have no idea why or how.

I think I may have started growing feelings about her… Would you forgive me if I did so ?

I’m afraid to fall in love with her. She’s so damaged. Not like me, she’s way worse.

And I am also afraid I might lose her just like I lost you.

Tell me what to do.

Should I give in and let myself fall for her ?

Should I let myself get into her mess ?

I made a promise.

I promised her I’d be there for her whenever she needed me.

So I guess I’m on my own now.

Sundaaaaaay. Not my favorite day of the week to be quite honest.

I was by the lake writing on my journal. It was probably 10am.

Yeah I wake up very early.

“Oh, hey.” – I looked up and Drea was standing in front of me. – “I didn’t know you were here. I’m gonna go.”

“No, stay.” – I grabbed her wrist. – “Being alone is not so funny.”

She chuckled. – “What were you doing before I arrived ?”

“Just writing on my journal. What are you doing here ?” – I nudged her.

“Hm the same.” – She waved her journal in front of her. – “But now I don’t feel like writing.”

“How are your bruises?” – I couldn’t stop staring at her.

“Better. I mean, it’s only been almost a day but they don’t hurt as bad as they did before you applied the medicine. Thank you.” – She turned to smile at me.

There was an awkward silence after that. But I couldn’t stay quiet.

“Listen about the kiss…”

“Let’s not talk about it. There was no kiss. Right ?”  - She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Wait, so now I am your friend ?! I thought you hated me.” – I grinned.

“I never hated you. I was just trying to keep you out of my life.” – She shrugged. – “But now I can’t see no reason why we can’t be friends. I mean, you’re caring and helping much more than those people who I thought were my friends back at home.” – She shook her head. – “They probably all hate me now.”

“Why?”

“It’s just…. Since Louis died, everyone stopped talking to me. And I get it, if I were them I would stop talking to myself as well.”

“Don’t say that. Yes, you’re a tough act to follow but there is nothing I can’t handle.” – I reassured her putting a string of her hair behind her ear.