Not a Diary ➳ LS

Entry Sixty-One

Entry Sixty-One:

Guess who's back, back again, Harry's back- tell a friend. Oh wait. You don't have any. You're a book.

Screw friends anyway- you know they aren't all they're made out to be.

Sometimes that little blonde guy who laughs at everything will just pretend you don't exist, your puppy-dog-eyed physiologist-ish friend won't even look at you, and that shy and mysterious chick-magnet with a heart too big to not love anybody doesn't text you pictures of their hair five times a day to get your opinion on its perfectness.

It's sad, maybe Id even say pathetic, the way they're resenting me. I did nothing wrong, right?

I kissed Louis, he kissed me back. You want proof, go talk to him. (Even though he doesn't remember...)

Speaking of kisses, and truth, we never did get that "proper" kiss, now, did we?

Should I ask him about it? Or should I play it cool? Was he joking? No. He couldn't have been. Why would he act like he liked me if he didn't? Is he that cruel? No he isn't. He's the nicest guy I've ever gotten the chance to know.

He'd never in a million years do that to me. Never in my wildest dreams. :)

-Harry xx