I hate you, I love You: . Lydastylz

Chapter 6

Merry Christmas and happy new year lovely people. Here's the promised Christmas gift to you all. Enjoy!! :-*
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(Emma)

There is no way in hell that I can keep it back down now. Harry's journal from when he was in 7th grade. I can't imagine what a child so young would fill up his journal with. May be all the beautiful and care free stuffs about playing and cycling or whatever the hell kids do.

But what is it doing here? I don't remember Harry carrying a dairy with him when I brought him in. May be it was here already. But why would it be in a random house like this? May be this is one of his friend's house? Or... may be it is his own house?

Oh yeah, that is it... Damn, why didn't I think about it before? Or why didn't anyone tell me about it to begin with?

This day can't go any worse. The only person I had ever decided to stay away from was Harry and yet here I am in his room in the middle of the night with him passed out on the bed.

I have never hated any one like this before. I know he didn't do anything physically to me. But him humiliating me and my friend in front of a whole cafeteria full of people was enough for me.

I have never been an attention seeking person. Rather I avoided people as much as possible. The only effort in social recognition I ever made was to get acknowledged by my teachers. And it was supposed to be like that even here but thanks to Harry, he spilled a whole bucket of water over it by causing that scene in the canteen. After that day I could hear people muttering about it whenever I passed by them in the corridor.

I honestly don't know who he is or what his gang is known for. Or why people here are making such a big deal about it. But one thing which is as clear as day to me is that Harry is not at all a good influence and obviously not someone to mess with. That one glare in the locker room earlier today was enough for me
to figure that out.

Glancing at Harry to make sure he's asleep, I opened the journal once again. Flipping through it, I see that these are not daily entries but seems to be made once in a week or something.

Opening to a random page, I start reading.

19th Dec

Today was really cold and I could feel the wind biting into my skin harshly. But it couldn't be an excuse. Like every other Saturday, I went to see Gemma even today. Nothing was different though. I gave her what I had brought for her and she accepted it silently like always. Never saying a word and not even looking at me. Even though I feel devastated about it, I know it's not her fault. It's their's, those fuck ups' who made her the way she is right now.

I stayed with her for over an hour. Told her everything about my entire week. I think she was happy that I topped the maths quiz on Monday and completed the science model finally without anybody's help.

I even told her about how I helped a girl get her balloon down from a tree in the park, on my way back from school on Wednesday. She always told me to help others. And even though I don't see the point, I decided to do it for her sake.

While riding back home, I couldn't stop myself from thinking back to those days when we used to ride those same roads on our bikes. Singing and shouting and calling each other names, those happy days seemed so far away now.

I know, I know that I am not old enough and that I have my whole life left for me, but one thing that I would make sure untill the last breath of my life is that nothing like what happened to Gemma should never happen to any other girl.

Good night.

Woah... that was a load. But what did that even mean? Who is this Gemma and where is she? And what the hell did happen to her?

This wasn't what I was expecting when I opened the journal to read. This really just confused me even more. I know this Gemma's someone really close to him. Someone he really cares for. Is she a childhood friend? Maybe. I just hope she is alright.

Then I turn the page and start reading another entry then another and then another. All of them contained the same stuff. His visit to Gemma.

All of the entries contained him telling her about his entire week. In some of them he relived some really happy memories with her and in some he describes how much he misses having her around.

Closing the journal, I feel very sorry for the boy laying sprawled out on the bed. Something really bad has happened to someone really close to him and I some how know that this journal is the only one he talked it about with. Maybe that is why he is like the way he is.

I have been watching him a lot in school and have noticed how he walks down the corridors with his group of friends and have seen how girls seem really intimidated by him and how everybody trys to stay as far away from them as possible.
Looking at him now, sleeping peacefully with his mouth half open, I feel a tug at my heart and an unintended tear flow down my cheek.

Keeping the journal back on the nightstand, I go and kneel down beside his bed, patting his arm and looking at his face to try and figure out this mystery boy.
And for the first time I realise how beautiful he is. Curly brown locks spread all over the pillow. Sparkly green eyes half closed, long eye lashes shadowing his cheeks. Heart shaped, pink lips slightly parted. I felt myself being pulled to him by some invisible force.

All of a sudden there is a loud knock on the door.

"Harry! Harry open the door, open this door right now."
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(//A N//)

So how was it?
Hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

And now for the surprise.

{It's Katlyn Dever who I picturize as Emma.}

(The photo is here.)

Remember it's my choice but you guys are free to picture her as whoever you want to.
But hope you liked my choice too.

Xoxox