Not a Diary ➳ LS

Entry Forty-Eight

Entry Forty-Eight:

Breakfast was awkward. The ride to the studio was awkward. Recording at the studio was awkward. The ride home from the studio was awkward. Listening to Eleanor break up with Louis over the phone was awkward. And letting Louis bury his face in my chest to cry was the awkwardness of all.

I kept remembering his lips and how they felt against mine.

I don't want to try and replay in my mind what happened that night, last night. I want it to happen again and again and stay on this constant cycle of snogging for eternity. I want to live it and keep living it.

Nick texted me. He said he was really disappointed in me. Eleanor texted me too. She said I was a whore. And Zayn even said that what I did wasn't cool.

It was just me, okay? Geez.

Louis was the one that started it. He was the one that made the move.

Even if he was drunk out of his ever-loving mind, it's still his fault.

Screw Zayn, Nick and Eleanor. Louis did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong.

-Harry