So my names Poppy.. Poppy Brown.. I’m 17 years old, in my last year of school, am a 'dedicated fan' of One Direction and studying hard to become a doctor. My mum has told me that i can write to you diary, ugh that sounds really weird, and that you won’t hurt me or backstab me. I'm not the most popular girl at school, I have friends I just feel like i can’t trust them and that they don’t really like me. People tell me I'm funny, but are they laughing with me or at me.

After writing my first 'entry' in the diary, that is mums idea of letting me get my 'thoughts' out, i sat still on my bed with the pen in my hand. To be honest i don’t feel any different, maybe a little bit stupid for talking to an inanimate object, but hey if it makes my mum get off my case i.will.do.it.

I leant over to see my phone had given me a notification to tell me that Harry Styles had tweeted; it was a picture of him and Taylor Swift. I might not 'ship' their relationship, but key word 'their'. If he's happy then I'm happy, I read through some of the replies he was getting for the picture, of course it was hate, I don’t wish to repeat any of it but I think you get the idea. I decided to tweet my recent thoughts “if you’re happy, I’m happy”.

With tweeting a reply to his photo, and not expecting any way at all of him seeing it, I walked past a mirror on my way down stairs and stopped to stare at my reflection. My kangaroo onesie was amazing, a Velcro tail I only wore when I felt like it, a hood and a POUCH. Yes I said a pouch, it was fantastic, and it was a rather good phone and food holder. I decided that I would tweet a photo of me in it.

“ come down stairs for more Pringles, loving my Kangaroo onesie” http://www.thingstobuyforhappiness.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/kangaroo.jpg

I had lost the mini kangaroo that went in the pouch so in the photo you could see my phone and Pringles container.

I really don’t know why I even bother tweeting, no one really reads them. I guess it’s just a comfort thing.

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Back in my favourite place in the world my bed; we have a very strong love for each other ‘Boppy or Ped 4 LYF’ I was interrupted rudely by the noise of my IPhone.

“Yellow” I said without even bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hey Poppy, it’s Emily, super bored wanna hang out?” she said, Emily is quite rich and is very genuine and down to earth, the only person I can trust and a good friend, I forgot to mention her before whoops.

I had nothing to do but wallow around in my bed “sure I’ll be over in 5 but don’t expect me to be out of my onesie” she lived in walking distance, so left a note for mum on the table telling her I would be sleeping over and put my Nike’s on and walked out the door.

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Well we are currently spread out on one bean bag watching some movie; we weren’t really watching it Emily was a very good talker. I usually just keep my thoughts to myself, the only person I can really talk to is my older brother Brad, and he is in College. He says I’m really random and that the ‘world isn’t ready for me’. He and his friend Charlie found out that I like One Direction; like it isn’t hard I have like 10 posters of them in my room. But they have a bet with each other that my randomness could only compete with Harry Styles. I had been brought out my thinking by a slap on my leg, Emily had my phone and she looked shocked, stunned, hyperventilate-y. She didn’t say anything just turned the phone around, there were three twitter notifications. A reply, a follow and a DM, all from the one and only Harry Styles.

The reply was: thank you.xx

The DM was: I’m not happy

What?! We both stared at the DM he had sent me ‘I’m not happy’ what is that supposed to mean.

“I-I think we should keep this to ourselves” I suggested to Emily, she stared at me.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO HIM FOR A REPLY LIKE THAT”? She screamed.

“Uh, um people were sending hate to him over this picture of him and Taylor, so I said ‘if your happy I’m happy’ and now we’re here.” I said nervously

“But why would he reply THAT!” pointing at the reply “and then DM you saying THAT!” she pointed again at the DM. She started ranting so I zoned out, I think I was still in shock. Another buzz came out of my phone, it was another DM. It was Harry.

“I’m going to have to delete this DM to you so management doesn’t find out; no one’s supposed to know. Ill message you on my private account, tho i would like the privacy of you not telling everyone it” it said, I grabbed the phone saying a simple “I understand, our little secret, talk to you soon”.

Notes

so the first chapter... :) aha follow me on twitter @1Dtoaustralia1 come talk to meeeeee byeee