Famous (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Sunglasses

*Harry's P.O.V*

"Harry!"

"This way, Styles!"

"Harry, how was your flight?"

I kept my head down as I walked quickly through the crowd that surrounded me. My head pounded more and more with each hurried step I took. I was completely exhausted, not to mention painfully hungover. Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have gone out last night. I bit my lip as all the blurred memories came back to me. Dark hair, clothes strewn all over the floor, and sharp nails digging into my back. Shit. Why did I go out last night?

"Harry, smile!"

I jumped a bit, being shaken out of my thoughts as all the shouts and voices came back into earshot.

"Smile, Harry!"

I looked up in the direction of the paparazzi's voice that kept calling me, and smiled convincingly, as I neared the airport doors.

"I saw you last night with Kendall! Are you dating?"

I cringed at the rude pap's words but didn't let my disdain show on my features. I regretted last night already. God, I didn't know what I was doing anymore. I was bored. So completely, utterly bored with all of this. I wanted to change. Make it about the music, not the fame. But alas, I knew it was of no use, I was in way too deep. My face was on too many posters. My name was in too many headlines.

I was horribly, completely empty. I've been numb for years now. And God, I hate it more than anything. I would do anything, trade all of this, just to feel something again. And I tried to. I drank, I partied, and I fucked just to attempt to feel something again.

I pushed the doors open and I was met almost instantaneously with millions of flashing lights and hundreds of screams that would probably burst the normal person's eardrum. I, on the other hand, was used to it.

They pulled and tugged on anything they could grab onto; my bag, my clothes, even my hair. Men were on both sides of me, trying desperately to hold them back, as I was shoved along to my car. I kept my eyes mostly on the ground, trying to block out the anxiety that was beginning to creep up my throat.

"Harry! Harry! Can I get a picture?!"

A burly teenage girl was roughly shoving her way to the front of the crowd, waving her phone above her head. She was inches away from me, but unfortunately, something was standing in her way.

"Move!", she roared, shoving a small young girl, not older than eight, to the ground. She gasped, the wind being completely taken out of her as she hit the ground.

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw the shocking scene in front of me.

"Excuse me!" I shouted, as I hurriedly shoved myself in between the crowd and the young girl. I shot the rude girl a look as I gently helped up the little girl from the rough ground.

"Hi sweetheart, what's your name? Are you okay? I'm so sorry," I breathed, my heart beating wildly.

Her arm was brush-burned from the concrete, but other than that she was fine.

"H-hi Harry. I'm Lily, and I'm okay," she said, her little voice barely above a whisper.

I sighed, relief washing over me.

"I'm so glad! You're a tough cookie, you know." I said, smiling slightly.

She giggled, her eyes held firmly to the ground.

"Can I sign something for you, love? Or maybe we can take a picture?"

She nodded, handing over a notepad and a sharpie.

I smiled and hurriedly wrote, "To Lily, the tough cookie. All the love, Harry."

She took it and read it quickly, beaming back at me.

"Thank you! Bye!"

"Bye Lily! Nice to meet you!" I smiled.

I'm glad I was wearing sunglasses today. That way she couldn't see that it didn't reach my eyes.