LOUIS
// i'll love you 'till you're gone //

I take one of my sister's spiral journals from the basement, knowing she won't use them. It's black, with a small 'x' in the bottom right hand corner. I rush up to my room as soon as I retrieve it, I grab a pencil and flop down on my bed.

"Write it." I repeat to myself.

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Okay so, Niall told me to write about whatever sexual tensions are distracting me from real life (like that's even cool). But how can I do that when there's so many...

Alright sex journal, his name is Harry. Harry Edward Styles. A beautiful name to match a beautiful person. Curly hair cascades down to his built shoulders, covering his neck, where he has a tattoo hidden in the nape of his collarbone. He thinks no one sees it, but I do. I'm short enough to see things like that.

His eyes shine regardless of dark green tint in them, but they don't distract you from his skinny yet meaty legs. And don't get me started on those jeans (haha more like leggings) he wears every day, hugging every part of his legs perfectly. Not including the dirty bits of course. That I can save for later.

Basically, he's hot and I want him to bang me on every piece of furniture in his house. I hope one day, I'll be able to have him to myself every day.

But, since I'm kind of outcasted and gay, it won't ever work out in my favor.

...

Why the fuck am I doing this.

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I sigh, shutting the journal and throwing it across the room. This stupid idea is only making me more insecure about my stupid infatuation.

Whatever, fuck you and your writing ideas Niall.