It's a OneDerful Life: A One Direction Christmas Story.

Hello, children! Here's a Christmas present from me to you! Harry Styles and It's a Wonderful Life! Enjoy!

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"Is this all you're purchasing this evening?"

I smile, nodding. At the moment, I'm at the bakery. Louis practically begged me to go find him some Christmas-themed goodies. I decided to go alone; the guys were too focused on a movie that I had no interest in. When I'm done paying, I make my way towards the door. Before I exit, I slip on a pair of sunglasses and put my hood on.

Don't want paparazzi catching me, do I?

My plan works for a little while. I'm able to weave in and out of the London pedestrian traffic with no problem. But then, from behind me, the flashes suddenly appear.

"Harry!"

"Tell us about the Jingle Bell Ball!"

"What's going on with the band?"

"Crap," I mutter. Don't you love how things never turn out how you wanted them to?

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I barge in the door to my flat, slamming it behind me, causing everything inside to shake. I'm furious. I'm fuming. I'm angry.

“Harry? That you?” Louis asks.

I grumble. “Yeah.”

Louis suddenly appears in the living room, followed closely by Niall, Liam, and Zayn. “Mate, you don’t look so good,” Liam says.

“Yeah, you okay?” Niall asks.

“Fine,” I grimace. I drop the bags of Christmas goodies off in the kitchen and start making my way back to my room.  And that’s when I get the feeling I’m being followed. I turn and see the guys close behind me. “Lads, I told you I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Zayn says. “Something’s bothering you.”

I roughly pull out one of the chairs in the dining room, throwing myself into it. I put my head in my hands, covering my face. “What is it?” Louis asks.

Sighing, I say, “Everything.” I run my hands down my face and see their confused looks. “The constant hate I’ve been getting, the paparazzi being everywhere, the fans attacking me when I’m in public. It’s just too much.”

At first, they don’t respond. Then, Liam chirps, “Well, mate, it’s almost Christmas. Everyone will be too busy to bother you."

"But why can't everyone be too busy all the time?" I complain. "I'm sick and tired of it."

"Harry, calm down," Niall says. "We feel that way a lot. But its the way society is. We can't help it."

I shake my head. "I just wish I wasn't famous! None of this would be happening! I wouldn't have to deal with being judged by people all the time!" I suddenly get a burst of angry energy and kick the chair in front of me, causing it to fly across the room.

"Harry--"

"I'm going to bed." I stand. None of the boys try and stop me as I make my way towards my room. "I wish I'd never tried out for that stupid show," I mumble to myself as I yank off my shirt and climb into bed. "I wish Gemma and my friends hadn't convinced me to it." 

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The sounds of London traffic bring me back to reality. I groan, wiping my eyes and opening them.

Immediately, something doesn't feel right.

I sit up and glance around my room. Or, what should be my room. My stuff...isn't here. None of the posters I had hanging or the clothes I had lying around are in the room. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. What's going on?