The Diary(Larry Stylinson)

CHAPTER 1-The 1st of July 2010

-Louis P.O.V-

'Ugh' I huffed ,as I picked up a notebook and threw it out of frustration. I jogged up to the book ,and tore the first scribbled pages ,and grabbed a pen ,like my life depended on it. I was never known was the best writer in school ,but the moment my pen made contact with my hand,and the second it touched the paper,I started scribbling down unimportant things. I pretty much wrote everything that came into my head. I wrote the incident that happened last week with my girlfriend,how that made me frustrated,how I felt like I was/am wrapped up in negativity.I was an angry child,and I still had side effects of it even when I was 18 years old. I started doodling out of boredom,and kept the pen inside the book,and placed the book on my computer desk.

''BOOBEAR! DINNER IS READY!'' My mother yelled,as that woke me up from my half sleepy state.

''COMING,MUM!'' I shouted,my vocals being louder than my mothers'. I spinned on my chair,and got up. I placed my hands in my pockets as I walked to the door. You see,we lived in a normal house. It is located kinda in the city,and in  the middle of a row of houses. I,myself had no idea regarding the direction to my house. I reached the bottom of the stairs ,and walked to the dining table. I settled down on the wooden chair,which had a red cushion decorated to make ones' ass comfortable. 

''Let's say the prayer first.'' Fizzy suggested ,as she joined her hands together ,and everyone on the table mirrored the gesture. 

''Dear Lord, thank you for this wonderful food. Please help the children in need of food ,and give us the strength to pray more. Amen.'' We all said in unison ,and ate our food in silence.

I swallowed my food,and thought about something that I wanted to ask my mother since last week ,but then ,I couldn't remember what I wanted to ask. Shit like this makes me want to slap a whore. 

''Louis ,you okay? You look peak-ish..Is everything alright?'' My mother asked me ,love filling in her voice.

''I-. Mother ,I wanted to ask you something really important.'' I said ,and pursed my lips in a straight line. Everyone on the table had their attention darted towards us both. 

''Sure ,go ahead ,dear.'' She said ,and smiled sincerely.

''And I can't bring it into memory at the moment.'' I said ,and felt my cheeks flaming up. Fizzy started choking on her food ,and I glared at her. She drank some water to stop the reaction ,and she silently apologized in the softest tone ever. I could still feel her mentally trying to fight back the urge to laugh by filling her cheeks with food. I shook my head at the view ,and turned to face my mother. She still had that sweet smile on her face ,and she nodded.

 ‘’Take all the time you need ,sweetheart. I will be glad to help you out.’’ She said ,and continued eating her peas. Sometimes,I felt completed when I spoke to my mother. She made me feel secure,and safe. Well,everyone deserved a place where they can feel completely safe,and for me,that place is my mothers' heart.

After dinner,I stayed for a few more minutes,offering to wash the dishes for my mother,or putting them on the top shelf,but she brushed it off like it was no big deal. She wished me a good night,and I wished her back and kissed her cheek. I jogged upstairs,till I stopped mid-way,and wondered how awkward I am. Well,literally the only thing I would describe myself. I entered my room,and closed it,softly. Yes,sometimes my natural tendency would be a softie for no absolute reason. I unlocked my phone,and texted Hannah,wishing her a goodnight and tucked my phone under my pillow. Tomorrow was a Friday,and after the long,and slow torture of High School,I can have a peaceful weekend and talk to my mother about...X-Factor.

I set my alarm for tomorrow,and I could feel the angels blowing the trumpet(A/N Angels blowing the trumpet,as in he finally felt like he might fall asleep in any second)and closed my eyes,letting the sensation of rest overwhelm my body.