dear journal,
i couldn't sleep last night. so instead i went over to harry's house and thankfully, at two a.m., he was still awake. i had to sneak into his window since his parents were asleep. his room is on the first floor, thank god. i know, i know. how did i know that was his room? well it was the only room with the light on, and he had his blinds open. he was also in the middle of changing, but i didn't let him know i was there to see that. after he let me in, we sat on his bed and talked for hours about nothing and everything. i ended up falling asleep eventually. but right before i slipped under, harry kissed the top of my head and whispered that everything was going to be alright. after we didn't wake up until after noon, i had to go home. my whole family was trying to contact me and i had like sixty messages. and then once i got home, they didn't even acknowledge me. what was the point in harassing me to come home? i don't know, but i would do it all over again. for harry. i feel safe and content when i'm with him.
dear diary,
louis came over in the middle of the night last night. he said he couldn't sleep. i snuck him into my room through my window since everyone was asleep. we talked for almost the whole night about so much. louis fell asleep around six a.m. and i followed shortly after. he was cuddled into my arms and, once he was asleep, i kissed the top of his head, saying everything was gonna be okay. neither of us woke up until after noon. louis had to go home almost immediately after waking up because he hadn't told his parents he was leaving and they had blown up his phone with calls and texts. after he left, i didn't do much. i mostly stayed in my room, practicing songs for choir. but i hope me and louis can have more moments like last night. i enjoy his presence.