Dear Journal,
At the beach today, a lady came up to me and asked me if I was alright. Of course I am! I think it was quite rude of her to ask that. Maybe she's homophobic.
Oh, right! How could I forget to tell you? Right before the lady came up to me, Harry and I kissed. Right in the water. It was so nice. Nice is not really the right word to describe it, but I don't know what else to use.
When I got home, Daisy kept asking my why I kept touching my lips; I didn't tell her, but I wanted to feel Harry.
I hope he asks me to be his boyfriend soon.
Louis x
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Fanfiction❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.
