Zayn's POV


I tiredly propped myself up on the sofa and let our a groan. Practice was long today and I was so beat, I could barely talk. It's like 1 in the morning but I can barely sleep and there's nothing to do. I turned on the TV, having nothing else to do. I thought I would be able to enjoy myself, but all the channels were showing some news shit and I don't have time for that.

I took out my journal from the shelf and skimmed it. My eyes caught upon my latest entry and I was quickly reminded of my encounter with the girl. It had been a few days since I saw her and I was hoping I would be able to see her tomorrow when I go to that cafe again.

I still haven't read that journal. I really wanted to, but I knew once I did, I would feel insanely guilty going through someone's privates thoughts like that. So, instead, I chose to ignore the thick notebook sitting on the table, and instead I laid down my head and finally drifted off to sleep







Scarlett's POV

It's been three days since I last my journal. Three long, fucking ass boring, torturing, stressful days. Everyday since then I've been going to that cafe, skipping my classes, hoping someone would have my journal and come and bring me my journal. I decided tomorrow would be my last day. If I don't have it by tomorrow, my whole life, as we know it, might as well be over.

Notes

Aha, Scarlett's stressing out over someone possibly reading her journal. What dirty little secrets do you have in there, Scarlett. lol xp commnet, rate, subscribe x