Paparazzi

Chapter 16

SORRY IM LATE

CAUSE OF LIFE

LIFE IS HARD AND MAKE YOU BUSY LIKE REALLY BUSY

SO SORRY TO Y'ALL

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Empty.  Completely empty. Harry can't pinpoint what was exactly wrong or missing in his life. But damn he needs it back immediately. 

He was supposed to be over the moon right now. The curly haired singer was in the studio for more than twenty hours a day recording. His publicist recently told him he'd made it on the list of Barbara Walters' 10 Most Fascinating list. His records were turning out amazing. Even Zayn and Liam thought so. The songs he was making were incredibly raw, stripped down and emotional. Further and purer than anything he'd ever made. Harry didn't need no new hot producer, no new beat, no extra shit, all he needed were his voice and a mic. 

Even he was surprised by the amount of emotion he had bottled up. He didn't understand it, he has so much rage and confusion and all these confusing feelings inside him. He didn't know why wasn't he happy, or why he's depressed, or whatever. All these feeling leaving him deeply confused and empty. 

 Thank god for the studio. 

Harry was able to release everything in his songs. 

Harry slowly made his way to the living room. Wincing slightly as he felt the cold wooden floor contact with his skin. His legs were getting stronger. All those crazy hours of therapy during the weekend was definitely working! His doctor even claimed Harry was the fastest person he'd ever seen walk after an accident of his degree. 

Thank god. If he had to sit on a wheelchair again. He'll scream!

The singer glanced around his empty house. 

It felt cold. 

Nothing changed. But everything changed. 

Harry glanced along his couch, he can't remember when the last time sat on it. His eyes slowly trailed to the tall curtains that hung high to the ceiling. Light was pouring through, but it still felt cold. Like all the heat from the house had been stripped bare. There was no light, no sunshine. 

Harry noticed a small box left on the front of the entrance. It has been there for more than a week now, he still hadn't came for it...

Suddenly all these emotions poured through him, Harry felt like crying.