Dear Diary [ENG] [ONE DIRECTION]

Titel: Dear Diary [Larry Stylinson Story]
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Fanfiction
Antal kapitel hittills: (3)
Färdigskriven: Nej
Rating: PG-13

Prolog: Dear Diary, I don't think you can define love.
It's a thing that speaks for it self. In somehow it decides it's own destiny.
You never know who you fall in love with. It can be the girl next door.
Or the boy who always distract you at lessons.
Even the person you hate the most can be the right one, trust me.
I've forced myself to keep it a secret. But I gotta tell someone.
That's why im gonna share it to you. I can trust you.
Cause you're not actully a human. You're a book. My diary.
And I guess that this is the safest way you can express your love to.
Especially this kind of love.

Love is a funny thing.
It's that one thing that everyone want's,
even if it can cost your life.

Harry x


// Hej everyone. Jag har gjort en annan fanfiction som heter "From Everything To You." Kanske ni har hört talas om den? Men iallafall. Detta är en Larry Stylinson fanfiction. Om du är emot gay-people or what so ever så ska du nog klicka bort nu.
OBS! Det kan förekomma sex-scener.

åååååh bvakar!!!

vi säger att jag e 13 cuz i really wanna read diss... :3

Den är rekommenderad för 13 år. Men det är klart om du känner att du vill läsa min novell om de här små grisarna så är d ju bara lugnt

woop woop 83

KÄNN DIG BEVAKAD, MÄNNISKA! >: D

Äntligen en Larry-fanfic, wohoo! :'D

Åh, jag vill läsa, det kommer bli ännu en underbar ff av dig. ♥
Bevakar flitigt.

MEN HEJ LARRY-FANFIC NÄR JAG BEHÖVER DIG SOM MEST.
DÖR.
DU HAR DÖDAT MIG AV EMOTIONS REDAN INNAN FÖRSTA KAPITLET? :@

Chapter One

"Hi Styles." As Louis' small words whispered in my ears he pushed me up against my locker. My feet lifted up in the air as he took a thight grip of my hoodie. I gave a gasp of suprise. "How are you today?" His bright blue eyes stared in to me. I took my hands on his and started to drag them away. He smirked evily and took a tighter grip of me. I felt the panic began to move inside of me. "Please." I whispered. He took a final glimpse of me and then his grip started to let loose. I hit the ground with big flop. "Fuck." I whined. He laughed evily and left me on the ground, whining. As soon as I seen him go I slowly started to rise. I massaged the place where his hands just been. I picked up my bag that fallen on the ground and threw it over my shoulder. I slowly started to walk. The looks everyone gave me was hard to ignore. "Soon you'll be out." I whispered to myself as I slowly walked through the corridors. I wanted to walk away from everything. "Oh god Harry, are you okey?" I slowly turned and I saw Emma stand infront of me. "Im fine." I mumbled and started walking again. "Come on Harry. Let me look at you." I turned angrily to see her face. "IM FINE, EMMA!" She ignored my words and took deep look at my face. She looked right into my eyes. "You're not." She said quiet. As a whisper. Even though I just wanted to nod, I didn't. I shook my head in anger. "You don't know how it feels." I left her behind me as I started walking a little faster this time. I threw up the door and left the school with tears slowly streaming down my face. "Wait Harry..Harry wait!" Emma's voice cracked as she screamed my name desperatly. I wiped my tears with the end of my sweater and slowly turned around to face her. "What?" I said quiet. She just stood there, crying. "I'm..i'm.." she started. She took a deep breath. "I-I do understand, H-Harry." She said, trying to hold back the tears that rested in her eyes. "I know exactly how it feels. Every single day some girl turn her back on me. Every single day people talk shit behind my back!" She was screaming in frustration. I watched her as she kept screaming. I couldn't always hear what she was saying, but it didn't matter. She needed this. So I just let her keep screaming at me. After a whiled, I don't know how long, she calmed down. She looked at me in pain and took a few deep breaths. "Just because someone isn't hurting me physically does not mean that they don't hurt me at all, Harry." Her words was like a signal to me. I slowly started moving towards her. She didn't move as I stood right in front of her. "I believe you." I said as she stormed in to my arms. I stroked hair gently. Trying to remember what she just said. They hurt her? They're hurting my best friend? "What do they say to you?" I wanted to know. "You don't have to know that." she mumbled against my chest. I took her arms and pulled her off a little from me. "Maybe I do." I said. She shook her head. "No, Harry. You don't." She pulled away from me. "I hope I'll see you tomorrow." She gave me a broken smile. "I'll be here tomorrow." I said trying to hide my anger. She nodded and slowly walked away from me. I sighed and started walking. All I really wanted to do is go back inside and beat every single girl that hurted my Emma. But I just couldn't. I knew that Louis would be there and that means I would have to get hurted. Again. Someday I will have to take that but now isn't the time.

I unlocked my door and went in. "Hello? Mom, Gemma?" "In the kitchen, hunny." I took off my coat and shoes and went into the kitchen. "Oh, hello darling." I move towards her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How was school?" She kept moving around in the kitchen as I opened the fridge. "Great. Just great." I said trying to keep my lie safe. "That's great. Oh and by the way, there where some mail for you today. I'ts on your bed." I closed the fridge and took a bite of the apple I found. "Really?" I looked suprised at her. She nodded and smiled at me. I got out off the kitchen and walked up to my room. When i walked in a little brown package rested alone on my bed. I sat down and reached for the package. No address or name was on it's cover. I ripped the brown paper away. A book. I slowly opened the book and saw that the pages was empty and white. I sighed. Who would give me a book without text? I turned to the last page and my eyes got bigger.

Dear Harry Styles,

I know that you probably are wondering who gave you this book? Im sorry. I can't tell you. Please understand me. I have one of this and they help get through things. So please, use this book well.

I looked at it without understanding. Use this book well. Who would say that? I shook my head. I looked at it a few minutes to understand what was going on but then it hit me. Diary. It's a diary. I grabbed a pencil.

Dear Diary, I think that this is probably the craziest thing I will ever do. I will listen to a person I don't know and start write in this..book. First. I don't really know what to write. I mean, Im nothing special really. But we can talk about what happend today, at school. I can trust you. Okey, so there is a boy. He always push me and fool around with me. And it's hard for me to...

"Harry darling. It's food." My mom screamed from the kitchen. "Coming, mom!"

We have to take this another time.

Harry x