𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 | 𝐇𝐄𝐒

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                                        J O U R N A L | 1.2

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          [ Two months later ]

          In the past two months, Harry and I have grown really close. Closer than I've ever thought we would become and he's such wonderful guy. Surprisingly, I've managed to make time for both Zayn and work. The both of us have been hanging out more frequently which is a good thing, because that's what he and I wanted.

          I've also been reading little snippets of Harry's journal regularly. It's usually when he's away at work or running some errands. Every now and then, I get home earlier than him (he got me a key for the apartment!) and on some days he forgets it on his desk. I usually sit there in his or my room reading through a few pages.

          In the previous months of the entries, I have to say—they're quite entertaining. Some of the entries wouldn't about his day, but instead it would be a page full of god-awful jokes, things he liked, quotes, passages, and all sorts of interesting things. Those entries are sometimes in the form of list and I find myself reading through them more than twice trying to recollect every single detail so I can try to impress him.

          I'm currently in the month of April and Holly and him have recently started dating. The little cute things he does with/for her sends a tingly sensation throughout my body. It was so heartwarming and I long for a boyfriend such as Harry or maybe I just want Harry as my boyfriend. I remember him writing about how he surprised her with a fancy dinner on her birthday and God—everything about it was so cute yet perfect.

         I find myself taking advantage of him at times by using his journal against him. I know it's wrong, but doing certain things that he enjoys such as: reading, listening to his jokes, blurting out his favorite quotes, etcetera just seeing him smile is enough to make my day. I always have the urge to make Harry happy, because he is deserving of it.

          I shouldn't even be reading his journal let alone even touching touching it. I tell myself this every time when I'm about to dive into his world, but I just can't control myself. I shouldn't be snooping around reading his most personal and private thoughts. It's not fucking right.

          I haven't even told Zayn about me reading Harry's journal and I don't plan on telling him anytime soon, because I already know what's going to be the upcoming argument. Zayn still hasn't met Harry, but that's just me being the crappy friend that I've always been.

          Speaking of Zayn, I'm currently hanging out with him. The both of us are casually walking and about, talking about how our day has been. Our conversation ceased when we approached a bakery. The bakery Harry works in.