Dear Diary

Day 4

Dear Diary,

I cannot believe this happened today.

I walked into the hallway of my school, ignoring glares and scoffs from people who were leaning against the lockers as they laid their eyes on me. With my book bag slung over my shoulder, I walked to my locker to get rid of some of the weight.

As I approached my locker, there, making out with his girlfriend was the one and only Harold Edward Styles. Was he trying to make me go cry in the restroom or something? Why is he torturing me? Does he know he is doing this to me!?

I looked down, trying to ignore the couple snogging against the locker next to mine. I quickly threw my books into my locker and slammed it shut.

I walked away quickly and glanced back to Harry, his eyes locking with mine again for like the third time this year. Is there a reason he's all of a sudden noticing me?

There's more.

The end of the day approached. I was walking out of hell with a burning cheek, bruised stomach, and a massive headache. But, I wasn't left to leave in peace.

He grabbed. Fucking grabbed me. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. He apologized sincerely for what I had witnessed in the morning.

I had probably stared at him for twenty second before I realized he was waiting for me to respond.

With one of his hands tugs at hair at the nape of his neck and the other shoved into his pocket, he looked undeniably, effortlessly... beautiful...

But the events of today only raised more questions rather than answered the questions I already had.

-Louis T.