Harry's Diary

9/14
As of now, I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, though it’s most probably sitting around doing… shit.

I don’t get it. Why do I let management do this to me? I may be unemotional, but I’m not made of steel. Even I break under pressure.

I feel the tears coming… Damn, I’m crying again. I probably shouldn’t, because the other boys are coming soon, but I can’t help it. Like I said, I’m not strong. Give me a shit load of pressure and bam, here comes the waterworks. Crying is the only way I can express myself, since I can’t just throw pillows and shit around and not expect anyone to react. Management would beat me up again, and Louis and all the other boys will look at me funny. Then, they’ll ask questions! That’s the worst part-all the questions that I know cannot be answered.

Ugh… I’ve got to stop crying, but… I can’t! I’m sorry… look at me, I’m sorry… I really am okay… just give me… time.

Actually, don’t look at me-I’m a mess right now! Strands of hair are on my face, and there’s a huge pile on the floor. Don’t ask, just accept it. This is how I live life with four other boys that for all I know are probably getting hurt as well. Not that I’m sure of that-they could be getting pampered. I did see Liam going out to get Nando’s once. He even got some for me, but I was in too much pain to want to eat… to want to do anything.

Oh and yes, I’m okay, but no, I’m not fine. I’m crying for Pete’s sake, isn’t that enough of an answer?! But who am I to blame you, you’re just a sheet of paper with my DNA and ink on it.

I’m bleeding… the boys are going to notice that. I’d better come up with some excuse that won’t sound depressing… like I fell from a tree or something. I HEAR KEYS IN THE KEYHOLE, OH CRAP! BRACE YOURSELF!!!

Oh, it’s just Louis, my best friend. Thank goodness! That brunette may be loud, but he knows your personal space more than you do. I like him for that, because I have many secrets, and some of them are… not good, like the fact that I’m bruised, bloody and… oh shit! I just remembered that I’m in the kitchen! I’d better get moving… ouch, shit! I hate my wounds.

Um, so I’d better say good-bye, huh? Right then, bye… I think.

-xx Hazza

Notes

Hazza's diary entry :)

I decided to tell you if I decide to do a chapter in a different POV (like for example, Niall to Harry or something). So yeah, the next chapter is Harry's~