This is the prologue for my story 'the journal', which is an AU (alternative universe) harry styles love story. /arietem
It lay there perfectly lonely and welcomingly at the table. The brown leather covering the journal looked soft and it was easy to see it had been used often; the pages lightly crumbled making the little book look thick and filled with words. Dragging her eyes from the very personal item she wondered who it belonged to - no one was insight. Maybe it was someone who had forgotten it? Or left it behind on purpose? With a quick movement she swept it off the surface of the coffee table and held it in her hands tightly. Maybe there was a name? An address?
It was quite an unusual item to find. She had no idea people actually kept journals these days - sure everybody loved the idea of keeping one - but that someone actually did?
The small, fragile leather strap that fought to keep the journal together was with a quick move loosened. She could not help herself - just one quick glance to see if she could locate the owner of the mysterious journal. Her eyes eagerly scanned the pages.
She could hardly read the scribbled words, that were scattered over the thick pages of the journal withholding all kinds of secrets and thoughts. Ink and coffee stains, small doodles and a few games of tic tac toe were visible in the margines, which made her smile widely. The brown leather felt worn against her skin and she was eager to spent more time investigating the small portal into the mind of the mysterious owner. Who could possibly be the writer? Who had left behind this charming little treasure?
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the journal - h.s.
Fanfiction"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book...
