Char's Diary [h.s.]

|Fifth Entry| Date: January 7th, 2015

Dear Harry,

You asked if we could hang out today but I had to turn you down.

I was embarrassed when I told you it was because I'm on my period.

I seriously feel like shit. I didn't want to tell you but you insisted. Plus, I felt bad for not telling you exactly what is wrong with me when you asked the other day. I swear I want to tell you but I can't right now.

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At about 5 in the afternoon I heard a knock on my door.

I was very surprised to see it was you. Mostly because I didn't think mom would let you up here.

Maybe she's warming up to you.

It's not that she doesn't like you, she just thinks I'll hurt you in the end. Anyways, you showed up with gorgeous flowers (It's like you read my mind or something), chocolate, and many movies for me to choose from. You're literally the sweetest person I've ever met.

You stood there with that cheeky ass smile across your face.

I hopped up out of my bed and ran into you to give you the biggest hug I could manage, causing you to drop the things you brought. Sorry about that.

After my many many thank you's, we laid on my bed together and ate our box of chocolates while watching a comedy movie.

Well kind of.

We weren't really watching it. We just talked about ourselves. You asked how long I have been sick. I told you I've been sick all my life.

Your face flickered an emotion I couldn't read. We asked each other simple questions too.

Like: what is your favorite color? Yours is orange.

We also talked about hobbies.

You said you enjoyed singing. I begged you to sing for me, but you refused. Seriously.

You have to sing for me sometime.

As movies continued to play I rested my head on your chest and you twirled my hair around your fingers.

We watched The Fault in Our Stars. I've seen it a million times, but you hadn't seen it.

I made fun of you because your eyes were all teary.

You surprised me when you quickly moved from your spot on my bed to hover over me and start tickling me.

You stopped when I told you my stomach hurt and I was going to pee in my pants.

I was exaggerating, obviously.

We ended up watching all of the movies you brought and finishing the chocolates. Mom didn't come up and check on me at all like she usually would.

I had my head on your chest again and your fingers were tangled in my hair, no longer moving. I looked over at you and you were fast asleep.

I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my diary/journal thing and started writing.
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I'm still sitting next to you and you are snoring now.

I don't even know how I'm gonna get to sleep with all your obnoxiousness.

You look so cute laying there all sleepy and such.

Did you know you talk in your sleep?

You're saying, "Charlotte is so great and she's a princess." Nah I'm kidding. You don't really talk.

I guess I should go to bed now.

Seriously Harry. Stop snoring.

~Char

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