Dear Diary [ENG] [ONE DIRECTION]

Chapter Two

I looked carefully around me. No one. I breathed out my air that had filled me before and walked slowly out of the toilet. I arrived at the lesson late, again. "Late again, Styles." my teacher said loud. I sighed. "Im sorry Ms. Lockwood. It won't happend again." She shooke her head angrily and returned to the board. I looked at Emma across the classroom. She met my gaze. She looked questioning at me. I shook my head with a smile. I could see her worried gaze light up. I turned my eyes back to the board and tried to concentrate. It was hard. The only thing I could think of was that diary. Who would give me that. I thought of Emma first but it can't be. She wouldn't have any reason to hide her identity. We knew eachother to well.

I picked up my books and waited for Emma to reach me. "I have to tell you something." I whisperd in her ear. She looked at me questioning and nodded. I led her through the massive amount of people til we reached the door. I went out and Emma followed me like a losted puppy. I stopped and turned. "What the hell are you doing, Harry?" She said. "I got a package yesterday. From an anonymous. It's like a diary." She looked confused at me. "What the fuck are you talking about, Harry?" I sighed in frustration. "Someone gave me an diary yesterday and I don't know who. You have any clue?" She shook her head. "Why in the world would someone give you a diary?" I shrugged my shoulders. "That's what im trying to figure out." She sighed. "Okey, Harry im sorry but can we talk about this some other time. I have a lesson now. You should also go inside. You wouldn't wan't to be late once again, do you?" With those words she left me and went inside. I walked annoyed up the small amount of stair looking down. Before I could react I fell to the ground. My jaw hit one of the stairsteps and I felt the pain spread through my body. I heard a big laugh behind me as I slowly started to rise. I didn't even have to look I knew who it was. I turned my head around. Louis. "Watch where you going, Styles." He smirked at me and continued walking. When I saw that he was too far away to hear me I started whine in pain. I took my hand up to my jaw. Blood. "Fuck." i whispered. I ran up the stairs and entered the school. My hand was holding my jaw, trying to stop the blood. I ran in to the toilet, locked the door and took a look at myself in the mirror. I gasped in fear as I saw my face. It was full of blood and a small amount of grit. I washed away as much as I could but there were still a scar on my jaw. A big one. What the fuck would Emma say?

"I was worried about you today, Harry." Emma's eyes looked at me irretating. I sighed. "I know Emma im sorry. But you know that he hit me today, again. I've just been trying to avoid him." I whispered to her. "That doesn't mean you can be late at all your classes and and once you get there, you are struck down." she said. I kept my eyes on the asphalt as she kept talking to me. "He know how you will react, Harry. You can't ignore him." I looked at her. "So you mean that I should walk up to him and be all like 'Hey Louis, can you hit me again. I really like that'?" I said angrily. "No, Harry. I mean that you should fight back." I looked suprised at her and then down again. "I can't." "Yes you can! You're just afraid of doing it because you think that everything will get alot worse, Harry. But it can't be any worse. You hide yourself from him. You are afraid of him!" She looked at me in frustration. I stopped walking and looked right into her eyes. "Okey, here's the thing, Emma. I can't fight back. You're right, im to scared. I will never fight him, never ever. I just got to accept that I'll get beaten sometimes. You said yesterday that you know how I feel but the thing is, if you did, you wouldn't have said that." I looked at her annoyed. She started walking again. "I said it because I want to help you, Harry." she whisperd. I sighed. "Thanks. But I don't think you can." And she nodded carefully.

Dear Diary, So today I got beaten. Well, don't be suprised. It happens all the time, once in a while. But today I felt something different. I wanted to beat him. I wanted to fight back. But in somehow I didn't realize it before it was too late. Normal luck? Yes. Im going to bed now. Im really tired. And by the way, THANK GOD IT'S SATURDAY TOMORROW. No school, no Louis.

Harry x

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Chapter Three

Dear Diary, I just woke up. And im home alone. Most people would see this as a good and relaxing thing, I don't. My mom is my only friend, except from Emma. It's get really lonely and empty at home. And also Gemma, my sister, is at some sing-camp or whatever so that makes me MORE loneley. Like I need it, right? I already know how it feels to be empty and alone. It's not a funny thing.

Harry x

I closed the book slowly. I left my room like a shadow and went down stairs. I sat down at one of the stairsteps. I closed my eyes slowly, trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me. Im all alone. My life is a mess. First of all, I write in a fucking diary that I just got from some random shit. Second, I get beaten in school by the biggest asshole the world will ever know and to top that, my bestfriend get's bullied. Pling, pling. I opened my eyes slowly and pulled my finger's through my curly hair. I tried to dry my tears that had started to fall. Pling, pling. ”Alright, alright. Im coming.” I mumbled as I moved slowly over to the door. Tired, as I was, I opened the door. My eyes wided and I froze instantly. I looked with chock on the little brown box that screamed for attention. ”Impossible.” I whispered. This can't be it. This can't be a package. It's not for me. I took a step out in the winter. I picked up the package with shaky hands. My eyes gazed at it. 'Harry' it stood with small black letters. I dropped it in the snow. ”Oh shit.” I whispered. I stared at it before I sighed nervously and picked it up again. My eyes didn't want to let it go. I looked nervously around me. No one was there. ”Am I going crazy or what?” I whispered.

I lay the package carefully on my bed. I pulled out a knife and opened it slowly, trying not to die from excitement or fear. I took a deep breath and looked in the box with big eyes. I got suprised. A note was laying alone in the big brown package. I raised my eyebrows. ”Really?” I picked it up and started reading the small lines that was written.

Dear Harry,
Do you enjoy your diary? I hope so. Well. I know you write alot about being alone in the diary. It help, doesn't it? Just wanted to say that even if you don't really know who i'am I just wan't to say that i'll feel sorry for you. I hate Louis.

Love xx.

My heart stopped. He knows who Louis is. He goes in my school. He goes in my fucking school. I maybe know this guy. Okey even if I don't know if it's a guy or a girl I think it's a guy. I could tell it on his handwriting. But what the fuck? He knows who I'am and he send me scary notes and diarys AND he writes 'Love xx'? ”Is this kid gay or what?” I said out loud and shooke my head in frustration. Nothing seemed to be normal. Even if I didn't wan't to tell anyone about this I decided to call Emma. She's my bestfriend. She can help me.

”Yeah, hi it's Emma?” She answered.
”Omg, Emma hi.” I said quickly.
”Erm..Harry. Hi..” She sounded a bit nervous. She's never nervous.
”Are you alright, Em? I said.
”Oh, just fine Harry. Why did you call?”
”We gotta meet. Now.”

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