One Direction Preferences.

93-He Reads Your Diary.

Preference #93: He Reads Your Diary.

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His P.O.V.

Harry:

"Dear Diary: It's been forever since I wrote to you or ever explained what is going on in my life. So, here I am now, writing to you. Please don't be mad at me about it. Who am I kidding? You can't even talk, nor could you actually ever respond to me. Well, I guess diaries are here for me to write down how I feel... I don't really feel anything, so I actually don't know why I'm writing to you. Again, forgive me about that. I hear all the time that I should just start a dairy, so I was like: 'yeah? Why not? It'll be cool?' but this is horrible since I have nothing to write about. This isn't even a legit entry. I'm just rambling on and on and on like I do all the time. No wonder why Harry hates me, but I love him; so, I guess I'm sort of at a loss."

I love the way she always rambles on and on and on about nothing. Does she really think that I hate her? If anything, It's the opposite. Do I really act like I hate her? She originally invited Niall over, but he dragged me along to her place. She wanted to go show Niall something, but I stayed in her bedroom. I just saw a book on her floor, and I knew, I just knew, that I shouldn't have opened it, but I did. It turned out to be her diary, I didn't put down, but at this point, I'm glad I didn't. I ran downstairs and called (Y/N) to meet with me in private. Once she was in the room with me, I pressed her up against the wall with my lips on hers. The kiss wasn't like the ones in the movies; this was strong and slow with all our feelings put into it. I pulled away from her, and she went breathless.

Louis:

"Dear (Y/B/N): It's been a year and mom still misses you, you know. Dad misses you. We all miss you, (Y/B/N). I still don't know what I did to make you feel this way, but I'm sorry that you did. I never wanted you to be sad. It was my goal to keep you happy, but I failed that goal; and look where you are now. You're in the ground, and I can't dig you out. I don't know why you were ever so unhappy. It killed me. The guilt inside of me is eating me alive, and now I need you more than ever. I'll never understand why you left us. I thought you were so happy. (Y/B/N), come back, please. I don't want to talk about you in past tense, I need you here with me. Come home."

I knew that (Y/N) lost her brother a while back. I just didn't know that after all this time, she's still grieving as if it just happened. Oh, the face she had when she found out about her brother who killed himself. Her eyes looked as if the life had been sucked out of them, and I remember clearly that her face went so pale. It was almost like all the happiness in the world had been sucked away from her. I guess that was what sparked our relationship. I set down her diary, and I looked back in her photo albums; I looked for one that was his. His smiling face was so bright and warm. I wonder what happened. When I shut the book, (Y/N) walked into the room and saw the book I held in my hands. "I miss him, you know. So very, very dearly. I wish you knew him like I did. He acted just like you," she whispered, taking the album. She rubbed the pictures as she explained what he was doing in each one.

Liam:

"Dear Journal: I don't know what I am going to say, and I don't know the words that will be inked onto this page; but I will let my pen guide the way into what I need to say. I need to get out of this. I have to be happy for once, but this whole new life isn't working. Nothing works. In the end, everything always ends; and we're all just specks of dust in the universe. We're nothing. I'm nothing. My whole world collasped, and I don't know how, it just did. But when it did, it made me realize that we're all here for such a short time; and in the short time, nobody does anything extravagant. Tomorrow, I hope that no one will remember me. I just need to start fresh, and I need to start new. I just need help. I'm holding out my hand, but why will no one take it?"

As soon I read the last sentence in her journal, I called out for her; and I ran towards her, engulfing the poor girl into my arms. "Liam, what are you doing?" she asked, pleasantly surprised. "I'm loving you. I'm going to help you with whatever, and I want you to know that I'm always here for you," I said, rocking her back and forth. She laughed and started to hug me back. I sighed a sigh of relief when she took my hug. "Liam, what's this all about?" she asked again. I chuckled, "I'm not going to lie to you, (Y/N), but I read your journal; and I wanted to tell you that I love you, and here I am. I'm taking your hand, and I'm going to help you with whatever you need because I love you," I said to (Y/N). I didn't get much of a response besides another hug and a million thank yous that followed.

Zayn:

"Dear Zayn: please come back to me. Seeing you lay here to lifeless on this bed is eating me out alive. I don't know how to respond to what I'm feeling, but until I saw you lay here, I never knew how strong I was. Zayn, to be honest, I took you for granted, and now that you're here on Death's doorstep, I'm doing everything I can to show that you meant everything to me. If you can even hear me, I want you to wake up. I NEED you to wake up, and I don't know what I'm going to do without you. I love you, Zayn. I love you, I love you, I love you. I don't say that often enough, but, Zayn, it's true and I can't live without you. Please wake up. Please hold me in your arms again. Please, please, just please promise me that you won't leave me anytime soon. I need you to keep me strong."

I grabbed the small journal on the hospital desk, curious as to what (Y/N) could have been writing while I was asleep. I read the words over and over again, but it was the same feeling throughout the journal. She was sitting on the small couch in the corner of the small hospital, fast asleep with a blanket over her. After the seventy-two years we've known each other, my feelings for her has never faded or have once been doubted. I love this woman unconditionally, but it's time for me to let go. I wrote a letter to her for the last time telling her that I love her, and when I'm home again, I'll still love her. I wrote to her about the first time we met. I told her about our wedding and then our honeymoon. I talked about all of our kids and how much I love them. Once I was done, I told her not to grieve over my death. I wrote my last I love you before I put down the journal and closed my eyes for the last time.

Niall:

"Dear Niall: Even though this in my diary and you'll never read this, I need to get this off of my chest. I'M DONE WITH YOU. Okay? Is that loud enough? Do I need to be louder so you can hear me over your whore's screams? Can you see my expression too? Or is your head is wrapped so tightly around her vagina that you don't even care? I'm tired of waiting for you to pick me. When we got married, I thought I would be your only one; but you know what, Niall? That's gone. That's so gone. I will never be your only one; but I'll tell you what: I'm not competeing to be the only one. When we sealed our love, I thought it would only be for us... But NO. YOU LYING, CHEATING, DIRTY SLUT. I will never forgive you, Niall. Never."

I am hurt. Hurt to the deepest part of me that she ever said this about me. Granted that this was written years ago, it still shocks me today that she promised to never love me again. I quickly shut the book and threw it across the room. She quickly stopped in her tracks when she saw the diary on the floor, half-open; and she knew that it was me who read it. She looked at me with devastation in her eyes. "What all did you read in there?" she asked, either mad or sad at me. I couldn't tell, and I hated when I couldn't tell what she was feeling. I told her what I had read and she walked out of the room, holding her face. I followed her and told her that it was okay, "(Y/N), it's okay if you won't forgive me. What I did to you wasn't right, and it wasn't fair. I hope that you've at least moved past it..." I whispered. "Oh, I'm moved on, trust me, but Niall! reading my diary is so embarrassing!" She giggled.

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(Y/B/N) means your brothers name.

QOTD: do any of you keep a diary?

I always try to, but after a week, I always fail at actually putting in real entries. Haha. I basically have like ten empty journals under my bed that I haven't even touched in a million years. Haha

I really love this one because it's so different than the other ones I've read for this certain preference. I really tried to focus at his thoughts about your words instead of you freaking out like there's a dead spider in your Ramen. Kay? haha. xD whooop whooop. Plus I just love Zayns because it's sad, but it's really cute at the same time.

I don't think I tell you often enough that you guys are amazing. Well, you all are my pretties, but you're my amazing pretties. :D

-Abbster.xx