Journals
Meanwhile
Dakota's POV
I don't want to let go of Harry when we get to the airport. It means I won't be able to hold him for two more months. I'm all alone with only Duchess as protection. She's my warrior. I wish she could ride with me, but I'm forced to put her in one of those cages. I hate seeing her cooped up in there.
My face is buried in his shoulder while his is in my hair. I don't want to release him. I want to stay in his arms forever. I want him to come with me, but he can't. He has a duty to his fans. I can't take that away from him even if they mauled me and sent me to a hospital where I was out for a day. Some fans they were.
"Do you have to leave?" He mumbles.
I sigh, "I can't stay. You have two more months of touring, your third album, and award shows." As much as I hate to say it, Harry can't be with me every time I need or want him. Unlike me, he has a life aside from us and actually has a career. I don't have a college degree and can't do anything which means I'm not exactly qualified for many jobs. Even if I did, I'd get beaten again.
He cups my face in his large hands and looks me straight in the eyes, "Promise me you won't just stay in the house. Do something with Duchess and please start writing. You'd make an amazing author."
I close my eyes when he kisses my forehead. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too," He responds.
My heart wants to stop when I hear my flight number being called. I give him one last tight hug, "I love you."
He chuckles, but I can hear the sadness behind it, "I love you too." I kiss his cheek before dragging my luggage to the entrance to the plane.
*~*~*~*~*
Duchess grew fast in a month. We hardly leave the house and when I do, I make sure to hide away in a hood so no one sees my face. She's so healthy and happy for a dog that hardly leaves a house. Then again, this place is like a mansion. She even has her own damn room with a giant dog bed, toys, and a small structure like at a dog park.
She climbs onto the couch with me and lays her head on my lap. I pet her while smiling thinking of how much she protects me. She's grown the instinct of keeping me from shady people. When she senses my discomfort, she starts growling and tries to bite them. Harry was right, she is my warrior.
Around now, Harry Skypes me before going to bed. Duchess has learned the time so she joins our family call. As if on cue, Harry's name pops up at the edge of my laptop requesting a video call. I click on his name and see his lovely face come onto the screen. "Hey, Harry," I smile while Duchess barks.
"Hey girls," He leans back in what I assume to be his tour bus bed. "I miss you."
I giggle, "I miss you too. And so does Duchess." I scratch her head. "How's the tour? One more month until I see you in person."
He smirks, “One more month until I can kiss you." Duchess barks and gets closer to the screen, "Hey girl. I miss you so much. You protecting mommy?" She barks again. "Good girl."
I giggle petting her head held high. "You should see her when someone she thinks is threatening gets near. It's the cutest and scariest thing ever. She starts growling and tries to bite them."
His eyes meets mine when I pull our dog onto my lap, "I love you, Dakota."
A blush creeps onto my face. Whenever he tells me that, I feel like a million bucks. He's the first person to tell me that and I'm proud. People told I'd die alone, but I proved them wrong with Harry. His love keeps me alive. "I love you too, Harry."
*~*~*~*
Today, I will be productive. Then again, millions of people say that to themselves yet they do nothing so I have no idea how much I am going to get done. Harry thinks I should pursue a career in writing, but I'm not so sure. What would I write about? I don't want to do the cliché vampire vs werewolf stuff and I'm not one of lovey dovey relationships.
I have to do something other than sit around. I promised Harry to start writing yet I don't know what to write about. So I've been staring at the computer screen with Microsoft Word up with a blank page. I take my journal out and start flipping through the pages. Maybe there's something in the entries that'll help me.
But these are everything I've seen before. I have to break out the old ones. I don't think Harry knows, but I have a box full of my old journals. I didn't want anyone to go through it so I labeled it 'Books' and placed a sheet in the inside. Currently, it's in the back of my closet collecting dust.
I get up to push the clothes away and pick up the moderately large box. I take out the sheet and look at all the pale colored journals that I bought with my own money. They’re each in neat stacks seeing that there’s no room to move. I hope Harry never finds these, he’d freak to know the secrets these hold. He thinks he knows almost everything about me, but that’s not true. He doesn’t even know half of it and I don’t need him to know. My life isn’t perfect right now and I don’t need anything to ruin it.
I pick up a journal I labeled ‘Age:10 #5’. The first entry is scribbled in messy handwriting:
Dear Diary,
No one likes me. Plain as that. I see other girls with many friends and toys to spare while I suffer in my own home. They told me my mom and dad are supposed to take care of me and love me. I’m pretty sure they lied. Mine don’t. They hate me just like everyone else.
-Dakota
Well, that didn’t help me. I don’t many areas so I can’t exactly write about many things. I sigh sifting through the books when it comes to me. I know what to write about. I go back to my laptop and start writing with the title:
‘Journals’
I don't want to let go of Harry when we get to the airport. It means I won't be able to hold him for two more months. I'm all alone with only Duchess as protection. She's my warrior. I wish she could ride with me, but I'm forced to put her in one of those cages. I hate seeing her cooped up in there.
My face is buried in his shoulder while his is in my hair. I don't want to release him. I want to stay in his arms forever. I want him to come with me, but he can't. He has a duty to his fans. I can't take that away from him even if they mauled me and sent me to a hospital where I was out for a day. Some fans they were.
"Do you have to leave?" He mumbles.
I sigh, "I can't stay. You have two more months of touring, your third album, and award shows." As much as I hate to say it, Harry can't be with me every time I need or want him. Unlike me, he has a life aside from us and actually has a career. I don't have a college degree and can't do anything which means I'm not exactly qualified for many jobs. Even if I did, I'd get beaten again.
He cups my face in his large hands and looks me straight in the eyes, "Promise me you won't just stay in the house. Do something with Duchess and please start writing. You'd make an amazing author."
I close my eyes when he kisses my forehead. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too," He responds.
My heart wants to stop when I hear my flight number being called. I give him one last tight hug, "I love you."
He chuckles, but I can hear the sadness behind it, "I love you too." I kiss his cheek before dragging my luggage to the entrance to the plane.
*~*~*~*~*
Duchess grew fast in a month. We hardly leave the house and when I do, I make sure to hide away in a hood so no one sees my face. She's so healthy and happy for a dog that hardly leaves a house. Then again, this place is like a mansion. She even has her own damn room with a giant dog bed, toys, and a small structure like at a dog park.
She climbs onto the couch with me and lays her head on my lap. I pet her while smiling thinking of how much she protects me. She's grown the instinct of keeping me from shady people. When she senses my discomfort, she starts growling and tries to bite them. Harry was right, she is my warrior.
Around now, Harry Skypes me before going to bed. Duchess has learned the time so she joins our family call. As if on cue, Harry's name pops up at the edge of my laptop requesting a video call. I click on his name and see his lovely face come onto the screen. "Hey, Harry," I smile while Duchess barks.
"Hey girls," He leans back in what I assume to be his tour bus bed. "I miss you."
I giggle, "I miss you too. And so does Duchess." I scratch her head. "How's the tour? One more month until I see you in person."
He smirks, “One more month until I can kiss you." Duchess barks and gets closer to the screen, "Hey girl. I miss you so much. You protecting mommy?" She barks again. "Good girl."
I giggle petting her head held high. "You should see her when someone she thinks is threatening gets near. It's the cutest and scariest thing ever. She starts growling and tries to bite them."
His eyes meets mine when I pull our dog onto my lap, "I love you, Dakota."
A blush creeps onto my face. Whenever he tells me that, I feel like a million bucks. He's the first person to tell me that and I'm proud. People told I'd die alone, but I proved them wrong with Harry. His love keeps me alive. "I love you too, Harry."
*~*~*~*
Today, I will be productive. Then again, millions of people say that to themselves yet they do nothing so I have no idea how much I am going to get done. Harry thinks I should pursue a career in writing, but I'm not so sure. What would I write about? I don't want to do the cliché vampire vs werewolf stuff and I'm not one of lovey dovey relationships.
I have to do something other than sit around. I promised Harry to start writing yet I don't know what to write about. So I've been staring at the computer screen with Microsoft Word up with a blank page. I take my journal out and start flipping through the pages. Maybe there's something in the entries that'll help me.
But these are everything I've seen before. I have to break out the old ones. I don't think Harry knows, but I have a box full of my old journals. I didn't want anyone to go through it so I labeled it 'Books' and placed a sheet in the inside. Currently, it's in the back of my closet collecting dust.
I get up to push the clothes away and pick up the moderately large box. I take out the sheet and look at all the pale colored journals that I bought with my own money. They’re each in neat stacks seeing that there’s no room to move. I hope Harry never finds these, he’d freak to know the secrets these hold. He thinks he knows almost everything about me, but that’s not true. He doesn’t even know half of it and I don’t need him to know. My life isn’t perfect right now and I don’t need anything to ruin it.
I pick up a journal I labeled ‘Age:10 #5’. The first entry is scribbled in messy handwriting:
Dear Diary,
No one likes me. Plain as that. I see other girls with many friends and toys to spare while I suffer in my own home. They told me my mom and dad are supposed to take care of me and love me. I’m pretty sure they lied. Mine don’t. They hate me just like everyone else.
-Dakota
Well, that didn’t help me. I don’t many areas so I can’t exactly write about many things. I sigh sifting through the books when it comes to me. I know what to write about. I go back to my laptop and start writing with the title:
‘Journals’
Ah the day after my birthday! Yay! And I probably would read 'A Broken Princess' !!!!!
12/31/13