I frantically grab my diary off the floor and a million questions are running through my mind. Who dropped this off? Why did the person drop it off? Has he or she read it? I quickly glance around again, as though the mystery person who dropped this off would pop up.
I make my way in and sit down, open my diary, when a piece of folded paper falls out. I pick it up and open it gingerly.
I found your diary (obviously) and please don't be upset, but I read it.
What? I can feel a wave of anger and fear spreading through me. What the actual hell? I crumple the paper into a ball instantly, seething with fury. I inhale and exhale rapidly, not quite sure if I was angry or annoyed or worried and who was this person? Calm down, I thought to myself, this person returned it after all.
Hesitantly, I pick apart the crumpled ball of paper and continue reading,
I honestly didn't mean to. You have the same diary as me - my diary's still new so the cover's unmarked, and when I saw yours with a clean cover, I picked it up, thinking it was mine.
I'm sorry for not respecting your privacy but at the same time, I'm glad I read it.
I'm just a stranger but I want you to know this - I care. I care about you. You might think no one cares, but there are people out there who care. And now I'm one of them.
I'd love to get to know you more, Belle, beyond just those words on pages.
If you want to, I think you'll know exactly how to.
I just want to end this with one of my favorite lyrics:
"you sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found"
H.S. x
Suddenly, I find myself focusing on the confusing thoughts swimming around in my brain instead of the agonizing hunger pangs or the irregular beating of my heart.
If you want to, I think you'll know exactly how to.
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Lost (Harry Styles AU)
Fanfiction"you sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found" Warning: Main character (Belle White) suffers from anorexia.