Once in a lifetime {h.s.} ON HOLD

6. From the Dining Table

AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER even though it will be rlly short
~~comfortable silence~~

Harry's POV
You know those days when you wake up in a real good mood? And you get up right away and just feel full and happy? It was like that for a really long time. Then one day you wake up and feel nothing. Numb. Drained.
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"You really do have it all," the dark haired interviewer says, looking at me for a response.

I had money, girls, fame. I had everything I wanted at the tips of my fingers. I worked hard, made music, had millions of people that would give their right arm to meet me. Why would any of that make me happy? I don't want peoples arms.

I don't know what I want. I do know that I want something that isn't within reach, at least, not right now. It was hard to put my finger on it. Loneliness would be a good place to start. It was more than lonely. Empty. That's a good word.

"I'm so grateful for everyone who has helped me along the way, especially my fans because I would not be where I am without them," I finally reply to the interviewer. She runs a hand through her long dark curls. The rest of the interview was a blur, no thoughts in my head, no feelings in my body.

"You seemed off in your interview today," Jeff says, closing the car door, preparing for a drive to the airport.

"Tired," is all I can say. It was true, I was exhausted, but no matter how much sleep I got, I always felt like I could fall asleep if I closed my eyes for more than 2 seconds. I was doing fine though.

Jeff is quiet for a while, before saying: "You need a muse."

"What?"

"You need other people in your life." He wasn't wrong. I didn't really have any friends, and I wasn't interested in finding a girlfriend. Jeff was kinda my only friend.

"I swear to God if you force me to date someone I'm going to-,"

"No, no, no, I'm just saying you should try to be social."

"Fuck that," I say. I liked to be alone. I never had to worry about what I said or did. I could just do whatever. No person can make me feel that kind of comfort, I'm sure.