Drunk.

"Dear Diary,

I cant do this anymore. I'm sick of waiting for Louis. Even though we had our great moments. But I'm sick of waiting. I cry myself to sleep and cut in the corners of the dark flat when Louis isnt home. He's happy with Eleanor. While I suffer pain.--"

"Harry whatcha writing?" Louis says looking over my shoulder. I quickly hide the page of my journal.

"Its nothing" I mumble. Louis chuckles at me.

"It had my name in it and Eleanor's" he said. "Don't say her name anymore" I said, looking at his cheerful face.

"Harry what is wrong with you. You're still not mad at the engagement? Harry im sorry." He placed a hand on my shoulder. I flinched away and crawled away. "No!! I'm fucking done waiting for you Louis. You said that I was the one. You were gonna marry me! What happened to MY Boobear!!" I yelled and ran away to our bed.

"Harry I wish this didn't happ-"

"No. don't talk to me anymore. I'm leaving the band" I said and went to my closet. "I was hoping coming out of this closet would change my life. but you're not with me to make it shine." I said and left.