26. Niall's P.O.V
Once Harry left I looked out from my jacket and saw no one was there. I snuck out of the room and went down to Josh's room and knocked 3 times. After a few seconds he opened the door and smiled.
JD. "Did they buy it?" He smirked.
NH. "I think so" I muttered.
I felt bad for lying to my friends but they are always telling me to stop seeing him so I had to. He started kissing at my neck but I just gently shoved him away. I stayed there for a few minutes then walked back to the hotel room. Once I got there, I unlocked the door and saw Harry standing up against the desk with his arms folded across his chest. I muttered a few choice words under my breath then laid down on my bed. I took out my journal and just ranted in it in French since if the boys stole it, it would take them forever to translate since none of them were good in the language.
Niall's Journal Entry:
Parfois je me demande si tout vaut la peine. Mes amis ne font pas confiance au gars que je suis censé datant quand ils me poussent à ce jour. Je ne veux même pas Josh comme ça, celui que j'aime comme ça, c'est Harry, il est absolument impeccable. Il a les cheveux parfait, les yeux parfaits, voix parfaite, fossettes, même un rire parfait. Je ne sais pas comment j'ai pu pensé que je le détestais quand je fait l'aimais. Je voudrais qu'il me tiens comme la façon dont je l'aime. Il peut obtenir n'importe quelle fille ou n'importe quel gars tomber à ses pieds par tout en leur souriant ou en disant un simple «salut». Quand quelqu'un peut aimer juste moi? C'est tout ce que je demande, mais de toute façon je finis toujours par vissage vers le haut. Je suis presque officiellement fait. Au revoir pour le moment.
I slipped the english version into my pocket then got up off the bed. What I didn't realize though is the paper slipped out of my pocket.
Sometimes I wonder if everything is worth it. My friends don't trust the guy that I'm supposedly dating when they are pushing me to date. I don't even like Josh like that, the one that I like like that is Harry, he is absolutely flawless. He has the perfect hair, the perfect eyes, perfect voice, dimples, even a perfect laugh. I don't know how I ever thought I hated him when I actually loved him. I wish he would like me like how I like him. He can get any girl or any guy falling to his feet by just smiling at them or saying a simple 'hi'. When can somebody just love me? That's all I ask for but somehow I always end up screwing it up. I'm almost officially done. Goodbye for now.