Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 5

Harry Styles

     Harry Styles lashes out on interviewer for the second time this month.

Harry Styles, son of billionaire Mitch Styles, cussed out another news reporter.

Watch as the son of Mitch Styles cusses out a paparazzi.

Sources say Harry Styles is hard to work with.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

Every day there's just another article about me in some magazine for rich businessmen or stocks or some other dumb bullshit.

New York has labeled me an asshole. Someone who's hard to work with. A drama king.

I've heard it all.

It's gotten amusing to me at this point. I mean all the ask are the same fucking questions that I don't want to fucking talk about. I don't want to talk about my brother. I don't want to talk about my family. I especially don't want to talk about my work life or my past.

I try not to be an asshole to everyone but it's hard. I find myself losing my temper after the first question. I remember I made an interviewer cry after yelling at her. Well, I didn't yell, I just happened to raise my voice.

My sister on the other hand is what people love to see. Treats everyone kindly and has a smile on her face. She's what every magazine wants on its covers. It's like she's profiting off our brother's death. She wasn't there. How would she know what it felt like to see what I saw?

Recovering from that whole incident was a painful experience. I'd wake up in cold sweat or let the whole thought take over my head for the day no matter how hard I tried to not let it happen.

I still have the survivor's guilt and the PTSD from it. I've tried therapy and medication but nothing can permanently stop my thoughts.

My whole family went to shit after my brother's death. My parents split, my other sister moved to another country, and we all felt that empty space in our family that'd never come back.

I have three siblings. My older brother, Joseph but we'd all call him Joe, my older sister, Elaine, and my other older sister, Becca. Her name is Rebecca but since primary school, she's insisted on being called Becca. I don't see the difference. It's a two-letter difference.

I'm the youngest one. All of us are two years apart. Joseph and I were six years apart but we still were just as close as we would be if we were one year apart.

My older sister, Elaine, moved out of New York after we started getting more attention from the media asking about Joseph. She couldn't take the attention while still mourning so she moved back to the UK. She cut all ties with us a year after Joseph's death. Last I heard she's married with a kid.

My mum moved to Michigan with her new husband, Adam. The time I needed her the most was when she moved out of state. I could've chosen to move too. Forget about my life in New York but something was urging me to stay. I haven't figured out what exactly was urging me to stay yet.

Becca and I were close at one point. Up until my dad told us that I'd be getting his business and not her. I was just as shocked as her. It was originally going to be Joseph's since he was the oldest. Then it was going to be Elaine's before she cut ties with us. Becca and I always assumed it was going to be hers.

I'll never forget how angry she got. I think she's still mad about the whole thing. Truth is, I don't even want this business. I'd like to do my own thing in life but everyone will just see me as the guy with the dead brother or as Mitch Styles' son.

The media always questioned why my dads the only one without an accent. The truth is he was studying abroad in Manchester and went over to his friend's house almost an hour away. He was completely stunned when he saw his little sister he knew he was instantly in love. They got married and she convinced him to say in Holmes Chapel as they raised their growing family.

For spending all his time in the UK he never grew an accent. We moved to the U.S when I was sixteen and that's where my dad started building his business.

When I first moved here I met a girl named Guinevere James. Her dad and my dad were business partners at one point. She was my first love.

She had brown hair with blue eyes and was pale. We dated for nearly four years. I was convinced I was going to marry her. That is until I found her in bed with some stranger.

It felt like a slap to the face. The fear in her eyes because she knew she was caught. How quickly she covered up her bare chest as if I'd never seen it before. Her countless apologies. All completely bullshit.

My first mistake was dating someone with a long name. The second mistake was thinking I was going to marry my first girlfriend.

Ever since then I haven't dated anyone. The incident happened a few months after our breakup and I've spent the next few years mourning and building up my trust issues. At one point I used sex as a distraction and only slept with girls that were the complete opposite of her.

I've tried everything to distract myself from my past. Sex, drugs, alcohol, sleep medicine. Anything I could get my hands on would work.

It finally died down a couple of months ago. Everything started getting better. I started calling my mum more, Becca started being more nicer, and my dad started being more patient.

But there's always that gut feeling that something is going to go wrong.

Ever since Becca started being a bitch all the time and my dad constantly putting so much pressure on me, I felt like I've been all on my own. It makes me want to cut ties just like my sister did and move to Massachusetts.

I could write a whole book about how much my life changed in one year. I bet that's what the media wants so they can pity me. I hate pity. Everyone at one point saw me as a weak person because of everything I went through.

A U T H O R ' S N O T E
So this chapter was mainly just a backstory of Harry's life so later on you won't be confused:)