Dear Diary

Day 5

Dear Diary,

He walked into my history class. He changed classes... He's in my class. This is pure torture. Having the boy I love sit next to me for an hour while an internal battle roars within me. One side telling me to say something and the other side saying to move away from him.

He turned to me and asked me a question. I answered it quickly and he gave me warm, dimpled smile. I gave him a smaller, sadder smile and looked away. I left him in a confused state as the bell rang for the next class and I scurried away hurriedly.

I rushed to the restroom, feeling sick all of a sudden. I ran into a stall and the little food I had in my stomach emptied out into the toilet.

A few seconds later, someone came into the restroom quickly, the door hitting the wall behind it from the force.

I felt a presence behind me and then a large hand on the small of my back as, now bile came out of my mouth into the toilet.

"Are you okay, Louis?" His raspy voice said.

I spit into the toilet and then turned around, my eyes meeting the ones I had never thought would be this close to me.

"Y-yeah." I stammered, his presence behind me making me very nervous.

"Do you need me to take you to the nurse?" He had questioned.

"I think I can go by myself. You probably have your girlfriend to get back to." I said, rejecting his offer and struggling to get up.

A look of hurt and confusion flashed across his face as he said, "Well, I was just offering to help since you obviously need help just standing."

My knees began to shake, wanting to give out on me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and helped me to the door.

As he helped me out the door, his gasping girlfriend said, "Harry!? What are you doing?"

He looked up at her and mixture of emotions came across his face as he quickly let go of me.

"Nothing. Why would I be doing anything with a faggot like him." Harry said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her away with him.

He looked back at me, mouthing an apology. I'm confused. I need help.

-Louis T.