Journals
Little Miss Author
Dakota’s POV
I go through all the journals by the time Harry’s coming home. He’s coming home tomorrow and Duchess and I can’t wait. I have seven chapters of the book done and have about eighty pages written. It may sound like a lot, but I’m long-winded. I put in details and a lot of descriptions. I think Harry would be proud.
Duchess helps me clean up around the house even though there's not much. We don't really create messes and if we do I clean it up. Not much can come out of a timid girl and a friendly dog. After everything's clean, I go back to writing. I'm really liking writing the book. It doesn't just speak for me, but for all the people that are hurt inside wanting a voice.
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I wait at the airport with my eager gaze trying to meet my green-eyed lover. His flight should be landing at any moment. The airport is crowded to due to the December Christmas season. Exactly twenty-four days until Christmas where his close family will be coming over. I don't know how well I would react to his whole family so we'll spend Christmas Eve with his family at our house and then it'll just be us on Christmas day.
I try not to interfere with reuniting families while standing awkwardly by myself. I hold my elbows and look around. No one strikes up a resemblance disappointing me a little. Where is he? I press my lips in a tight line, pushing myself onto my tippy toes to attempt to look over everyone, but seeing I'm considered short compared to most I can't see anything.
My eyes close for a few seconds when I feel two arms wrap around my waist and a face buried into my neck. I stiffen until I feel the familiar curls mixed with my own and relax in Harry's arms. He takes a long, deep breath before exhaling, "I missed you so much, my little author." I laugh softly in response after opening my eyes.
I turn around in his arms and hug him the way I've wanted for a long time. My small body is held against his tall, broad stature. We stay like that knowing a lot of the teens and nosy people are watching. He told me earlier he'd have security around the airport, but I highly doubt that's gonna stop people. People got through them once and sent me to the hospital, I don't trust them.
He pulls away just to kiss me softly on the lips. I smile slightly and pull away. Looking straight into my eyes, he leans in again and kisses my forehead. "I knew you'd start writing and may I say you have a gift?" He smiles proudly.
"Thank you," I tell him.
He pulls away, but keeps a secure arm around me to keep me close. I lean my head on his side while walking to the exit with his luggage rolling beside us. I can see the fans glaring or admiring us being held back by security, but I ignore them because the happiness finally overpowers the discomfort. I can't wait to be alone with him.
I take him to the car and get in the passenger seat. Even though he must be exhausted, he shows no signs and insists on driving. I turn on the radio and listen to his lovely voice chime in to the songs. Home by Daughtry comes on he takes me hand to serenade me.
"Well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old, So I'm going home. Well I'm going home," He sings at the top of his lungs. I chuckle at his goofiness. "We're going home," He tells me before bringing his lips to my hand. "Love you."
"Love you too," I say to him.
When we get home, he gently pulls me inside. Duchess runs up to us and jumps onto Harry. He falters in his step holding her. She's gotten bigger over the three months we've had her. He puts her down and crouches to her level. "Hey, girl. I missed you." He ruffles her fur before she licks from his chin to his curls. I giggle seeing all the slobber. "And I still love you." He stands back up and wipes his face.
"She missed you almost as much as I did," I say wrapping my arms around his torso. "So, did you like the chapters I sent you? I've written about seven."
He nods, "You have an amazing way with words. I'm envious." He pushes some of my hair back and cups my cheeks. "I'm just surprised you're so willing to share the details. I thought you'd keep that in your journal."
I shrug, "The entries in the book? They're 100% real. It's my actual writings. Is that bad? I mean, I want people to hear my voice and I think this is the best way."
"Then you're stronger than I thought," He admits kissing me tenderly. "One of the many reasons why I love you." He yawns, "Now let's go to bed. I'm ready to pass out." I nod leading him to the bedroom.
"You can sleep. I'm gonna try to write a few more chapters before turning in," I drop him off at his bedroom before skipping away to my bedroom.
I hear his footsteps follow so I stop and let him catch up. "Can I watch?" He asks when I open my door. I smile in response and grab my laptop. We lay down in my bed and I open Microsoft Word to continue chapter 8.
When I was younger, I felt joy through pain. The blood that flowed from my wrists and mixed with water. When I was younger, I saw the world as a bleak society with unfair laws. Everyday, I found myself staring out windows wondering what would happen if I was gone. No one would've missed me. Almost no one knew my name. I was just the girl who was beaten everyday with the unloving parents. When I was younger, I almost committed suicide.
An overdose. I grabbed a bottle of my mother's pills and swallowed them all dry. But the was the day, my parents actually had someone check up on me. A neighbor took me to the ER and they managed to get the medication out of my system. They called me lucky that day. I highly doubted it. They wanted to tell my parents and send me to therapy. I begged them to keep it confidential. Until it got out at school and I was nicknamed Suicide as a cruel joke.
I thought my life was joke. But I learned through that experience that I really wasn’t meant to die that day. If I died, I wouldn’t have seen the light of the world. I first saw a sliver of the goodness of the world the day I saw a movie with Zayn. We clicked through our love of horror movies. I knew I had someone the moment he called me his friend.
Friend was a new term to my vocabulary. I never had a ‘friend’ therefore, I didn’t know what one would be like. Would they be mean? Would they be caring? Would they be truthful? Once he smiled with the glisten in his eyes, I knew the answer. He would be a friend until the end and I was grateful. He wasn’t overwhelming or pushy. He wasn’t rude or cruel. He was just Zayn. The first person that earned my trust.
Zayn is one of my two best friends. He’s creative, shy, and kind like me. I think that’s another reason why we get along so well. He didn’t question me or my choices. He doesn’t try understand me. He just does. I didn’t need someone to know. I just wanted someone there. And I did. He was the first of five.
Harry covers my hand bringing my attention to him. “I didn’t know you met Zayn through a movie.”
I roll my eyes playfully, “How do you assume I got his number?”
He shrugs, “I honestly have no idea.”
“Then I guess I magically got Louis’ number too,” I scoff wondering what his thoughts were.
“You have Louis’ number?” He asks.
I kiss his cheek, “They’re my best friends. Of course I do. You need to pay attention.” I rest my head on his chest and close my laptop. He holds me close and kisses my head. I really want him to stay tonight. I’ve been away from his loving touch for too long. “Can you sleep with me?”
He nods and pulls the covers over us. “Goodnight, Dakota. I love you.”
“Love you too, Harry,” I yawn. “Goodnight.
Ah the day after my birthday! Yay! And I probably would read 'A Broken Princess' !!!!!
12/31/13