Harry's Diary

I close my diary, get up, and move into the nearest room I can find-the bathroom. Hopefully, neither management nor Louis will notice me.

To be honest, I don’t want Louis to find that pile of hair-he doesn’t need to know what happened to me. Like I said many times before, nobody needs to know that I’m suffering.

I use the light of my phone to look at myself in the mirror. I’m an absolute mess! My face is covered in hair, sweat, blood and other things that I probably got from rolling about and hiding under my bed. My clothes have similar substances attached to them, but the worst part is my jeans-they’re all ripped up from what management did to me. My legs have these scrapes from where management hit me, and my bare feet are wounded from stepping on glass. Aside from that, my dominant arm is broken, which is pretty bad, considering that I really have to come up with some excuse and it can’t be as shitty as the last one I made. Plus, I can’t function properly-I can’t even write properly! I’ve been writing with my left hand in the past diary entry, which is good because it can hardly be deciphered. If anyone decides to read that, they won’t be able to because of my left hand. I’m not like Niall or Lou who are left-handed! Not Louis Tomlinson, by the way, Lou Vibrante, my really close girl who is my friend. She’s the only one who knows what I’m going through, which is good because she’s a good secret keeper… or she’s just a good lair. Probably both, considering her punk rock style, but her warm heart and vibrant smile, hence her last name, Vibrante.

Lou Vibrante… Louis Tomlinson… a chill goes down my spine. I remember that they both have bluish-green eyes and dark brown hair, though Lou’s hair is, more often than not, a bright shade of purple. I also think about how they are both compassionate and kind, underneath their wacky demeanors. That’s when it hits me-I can’t lie to him. He’s my best friend-probably the only one I have aside from Lou… and yet, I can’t trust him? What is happening to me?

Who am I kidding, I know the truth-this is Management’s fault. They’ve tortured me into keeping this secret, holding the truth in until I collapse. They want me to suffer because they enjoy it.

I listen closely to the voices behind the door. I recognize Louis’ voice and some girl. She’s not Lou because I would recognize Lou’s voice anywhere.

“Louis, you said he was home,” her voice breezes through the crack at the bottom of the door.

“Don’t blame me, he was here a while ago!” Definitely Louis. I know that high-pitched musical voice.

“Maybe he left?” Niall’s Irish accent inquires.

“Ugh!” Her breezy voice is now impatient. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to see that Harry Stlyes?”

“Taylor, shh… I know he’s here.”

I stop, surprised, and lean on the wall for support. That voice is… Lou’s. My heart starts to beat out of my chest. What’s she doing here?

“Haha, of course. Lou is always right!” I can imagine Louis laughing-Niall punching him lightly-“Ow Niall, what the hell?!”-and Lou smiling and mentally facepalming at the silliness of the two “pogo stick ends”-the bouncy, hyper Niall and the firm, slightly more serious Louis. What Taylor is doing, I can’t possibly imagine. My mind freezes at the thought of her.

Taylor Swift… I don’t want to face her again…

“I hear voices,” Lou’s mysterious, dark voice numbs my senses, yet it awakens my brain. “I can feel, smell and taste that Hazza bear.”

Niall laughs, and I get the urge to laugh with him as well. Lou’s dark humor amuses me. But it doesn’t seem to amuse Taylor, who I imagine is disgusted.

“Ew, Lou, that’s disgusting!”

I can imagine her crinkling her nose up in that princess-like way. She is a diva after all. I can also imagine Lou laughing, and sure enough, I hear the sound of her silvery laugh flitting to my ears.

“Oh puh-lese, Taylpr Tots, I know you like it!”

“I know I don’t!”

Woah there. I grab my diary and a pen, wanting to take note of this rare moment. Taylor Swift, being sassy? Unheard of!

Hi. It’s Harry again. Forgive my crappy handwriting, I’m not left-handed. If it makes you feel better, diary, I am in pain… as usual. I am also in the bathroom, which isn’t weird, because if you wanted to hide, you’d hide anywhere…

Notes

Okay, so the next part won't be the diary entry-besides, it's in Louis' POV. I might switch to Lou's POV though, because of a very important question that I need to address. It might not have been that clear in the past 3 chapters, so I owe you an explanation (I didn't want to put it in the description of Harry's character because remember, Louis doesn't know the truth... yet.)... and this is it.

Oh and as you probably know from my character pics, the Taylor in this story isn't Taylor Swift-she's Taylor Emberly. You'll meet her soon, just read on ;)

-TOAP XXX