Dedication goes to caitlindono17 for being my second follow!

Niall's P.O.V.

I fidgeted during the interview, mind on the diary sitting on my bunk. All I could think about was that first entry and the mystery girl. All of a sudden someone nudged me.

I snapped to attention and looked at the interview. She was a slut, her boobs were so fake, it made Taylor Swift's heartbreak look real. "Sorry, what?"

"I saaaaid," the interviewer said, dragging out the word. "Do you have your eye on anyone, Niall?"

"No I-"

I was cut off by Harry. "I think so because all he does is go sit in his bunk and stare at something! And when we try to see, he hides it from us!"

I couldn't help but blush when he said this. Sure, I was hiding the diary from the rest of the boys, but only because I wanted it to be my little secret.

"Ok maybe that's true, but I don't like anyone!" I said.

"Suuuuuuuuure," Harry teased.

I blushed as the boys laughed. The interviewer laughed too. It was too high and fake and downright hair-raising. I'll bet the girl I saved had a beautiful laugh. Too bad she was so miserable. I had only read the first entry because I wanted them to last. I kept thinking about that little purple book, full of clues that would lead me back to this girl.

I managed to get through the interview but the moment we were free I ran to my bunk. When I landed on it I grabbed the little purple book and opened it. Instead of rereading the first entry I went to the next one. I began reading.

Why is it that everything bad happens to me?

Seriously, why is it that everything bad happens to me? My life sucks. I can't focus in school to save my life, so I'll never graduate college, and no one likes me, and now I'm a murderer. Apparently. But I'm not, and no one believes me.

Today the whole school watched as I was pulled out of class to be interviewed by the police. They asked me again, if I killed my brother. I told them no. They laughed in my face. To them, there is no doubt that I killed my brother. No alibi, no real reason to be somewhere else, the fight. God, I wish I could go back and not leave the house. I wish I could have apologized to my brother. We were fighting over something so stupid. I think it was my grades. He was always so protective... I'm still getting used to talking about him in the past tense. It's so freakin hard. Do you mind if I swear? 'Cause I know that I will in the next few entries. I used to never swear, but you know, things change. Oh I'm sorry, did that sound bitter? Oh, wait, was that sarcasm? Oh my God, I speak sarcasm?

I started laughing when I read this, and all of a sudden Harry's head popped up. "Whatcha reading?"

I jumped and put a hand to my heart. "Holy fudge Harry, don't do that to me!"

Harry grinned and jumped on my bed. "So whatcha doing?"

"Reading," I said, and went back to the book. I noticed that Harry was still there, staring at me. When I couldn't take it any longer, I snapped, "What?"

"Well, I was just wondering what you were doing but if you want to be mean, that's fine," Harry got up and started walking away.

I felt guilty. Harry had done literally nothing. All he was doing was being curious. "Hey, Harry?" I called out.

Harry turned around instantly. "Yeah?"

"Sorry for snapping at you, mate. It's just that the interview stressed me out and I'm just really protective over this book," I apologized.

Harry came back and sat next to me. "It's fine. I was just curious about it because I know you've been reading it for the past couple days."

Harry looked at me and I looked back. I really wanted to finish this entry, because I wanted to know who this girl was, but I think Harry was expecting me to explain. I sighed and said, "Do you want to know what this is?"

Harry immediately perked up and started bouncing on my bed. "Yes, yes, Yes!" Sometimes I worry about this boy.

"Well, you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone, not even the other boys, okay?" Harry nodded earnestly. I don't think he took in a word of what I just said. "Okay, well, the other night I saved a girl from committing suicide."

Harry blinked at me. I think something finally went through his head. "You saved a girl? Niall, that's awesome. Did she thank you and make out with you because she was so grateful?"

"Actually, she fought so she could go jump and then she started crying. I kind of asked her what was wrong and she kinda told me her life story and then when I tried comforting her she ran away and left this book. It's her diary."

Harry grinned. "And you've been reading it? So what was her life story?"

"Um, well, her brother had just died and she was really upset because she was being blamed for it," I said.

Harry blinked and looked at me. "So... you saved a murderer's life?"

"No!" I said hotly. "Well, kinda but she's not a murderer! You should have seen her, Harry, she was so upset and she felt horrible because she and her brother fought right before he died and she told him that no one would care if he died!"

Harry looked at me for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his face. "You fancy her, don't you?"

"No!" I said. "I don't even know her name!"

"Well that's a problem," Harry said matter-of-factly. "How did you end up with her diary?"

"When she was walking away I noticed that she had dropped her book so I shouted after her but she didn't hear me so I kept it. I thought that I could find her and give it back to her."

"Did you?" Harry asked.

"Well, no, that's why I'm reading it. I wasn't going to, but I didn't know her name and it was kinda calling to me. So I've been rereading the first entry and now I'm reading the second. I was halfway through when you popped in."

"Then let's finish reading it, then!" Harry positioned himself (A/N that sounded wrong when I read it, but right in my head) so he could read over my shoulder. I held the little purple book up so he could read it too.

But seriously, diary, I think I can trust you. I wonder if anyone will read you. Just in case, I won't say absolutely everything. God, I sound insane. I'm talking to a diary like it's a therapist. But I'm going to tell you about the night my brother died. I got home from school, I remember that much. Then, my brother was waiting for me. It was winter time, about 4:15, so it was dark out. My brother yelled at me. He told me I was worthless, and I was just burdening our family. I needed to get my grades up or I would end up on the streets, doing stupid shit to get money. I wasn't very nice either. I told him to get a job, a girlfriend, a life, anything just to get him off my back. I told him I wanted him gone. I told him that if he died no one would care. Then I walked out. I remember freezing and thinking about my life. I did know that I needed to get my grades up. My parents wanted me to be a doctor, when all I wanted to do was goof off all day and party hard and sing all day, every day.

When I came home, all the lights were on and there were cops at my house. I walked in and found my mother hovering over my brother's body. He was dead. I knew that immediately. My mother looked up at me and asked me, "Where were you?" all I could do was stand there and stare. Then the police came and took me away. I've been released, obviously, but they still question me all the time. All I remember telling them that I was innocent. They just laughed in my face. That's all everyone does now. Laugh at me like I'm some kind of joke.

Love...

the 'joke'

When we finished Harry looked at me. "Who signs their diary, the 'joke?'"

"I don't know. The other one was signed, the murderer." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I just really want to see her again."

I froze when I finished talking. Harry grinned. "I knew it!" he crowed. "I knew that you liked her!"

I didn't even try to deny it. "She looked so sad. I just thought that I could make her feel better. And after reading these entries, I really want to help her out."

"We really need to find her for you," Harry said sympathetically. He reached for the book but I smacked his hand away. "OW!" Harry yelled, holding his hand. "What was that for?!"

"Don't touch this book," I said simply. "You will be able to read it when I read it. Capiche?"

Harry nodded, still cradling his hand. "That stung!"

"A lot worse will happen if you touch this book again," I said casually, putting the book away and walking out of the room, ruffling Harry's curls as I went.

Is that last part a little gay? I feel like it was after I wrote it. Well, a little Narry action for ya, whatcha think? I thought it was funny, but I laugh at everything, soooooo comments please? Oh, and yay! Almost 3 pages!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!! Oh and no hate on the taylor swift comment, I'll admit I don't really like her, but it just popped into my head. SORRY TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!!!!!