Dear Diary

Day 17

Dear Diary,

Life is just a phase. So why not get it over with now? We're all going to die one day anyways.

Harry and Anne ate dinner with my mum and I today, since it's only us two. Dad left us when I was twelve by the way.

It was mostly smiles and small talk. Once we were finishing up, it was getting to be those awkward silences where Harry would do the occasional cough. He sat next to me while my mum and his mum sat across from us. So, Harry basically had his hand on my thigh protectively the whole time. I thought it was cute.

"Did you read my tweet?" My mom had asked me, smirking.

I laughed a little and could feel the blush rush to my cheeks as I pushed the food around on my plate. Nope. Haven't eaten and I'm not going to eat now.

"Eat a bit, Lou." Harry said to me. I finally gave in after he kept squeezing my thigh and made a puppy face.

I only ate a little bit because after like three or four bites, I felt as if I would've thrown up.

I slept in Harry's embrace for awhile. His strong arms felt protective as they lay around me. It feels like I'm meant to be in his arms. 

I've woke up from my slumber, writing all this down now. I'm sleepy now, Diary. Until tomorrow.

-Louis T.