One Direction's, Harry Styles, found dead at the age of 19.
His eyes marvelled at the vulgar newspaper that had just be placed in front of him, making him shift in his seat.
"Now listen here, this is getting released, Thursday 9am." Simons professional stance didn't soften even whilst looking into the eyes of the small broken boy.
"But I'm not dead." Harry gasped "I'm right here!" He woke to an isolated hotel room with crimson walls - an unsettling colour, Harry thinks because it remind him of blood lots of it, setting alarm bells of in his head because he remember what he did a couple of nights ago.
"Harry don't be rude, I'm letting you do what you want to do for once, you should be grateful!" Simons rich chubby fingers wrapped around the tube that delivered oxygen to poor helpless Harry, squeezing tighter and tighter. Harry couldn't breath. "You wanted to die didn't you?"
His face turned ghastly white, lips blue and the pretty emerald green drained form his eyes "No." He managed to say whilst attempting to savour his breath.
Psychotically, Simon just laughed, he let go, but he still laughed crushing the fragile green eyed boy.
"Good that's what I wanted to hear." He smirked "I'll tell Tom to cancel the release and you my little pop star, are going to make me millions. More than you already do. Now hurry up there's a driver waiting for you." Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "To take you home."
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"He's a fucking liar!" Smashed glass littered the apartment as Harry broke everything he came into contact with. How could he do this to his home something he's so proud of, something he and Louis spent so much time on, picking the perfect decorations. The thing is, this isn't Harry's house. It's cold, empty, a suffocating grey colour and worst of all he's locked in. Simon did this on purpose. Harry thought Louis would be here - he's not - and he can't decide wether it's a good thing or not because Louis didn't answer. He didn't fucking answer!
He stormed off, not caring about standing on glass, entering the unexplored living room just to sit and ponder what he could destroy next. Hmmm, the tv, the cushions, the odd vase, the frame with a picture of Louis in it, the books, guitar...
"picture with Louis in it?" Harry stalked ever so slowly towards it. Does he really want to look? Yes.
He observed the picture, pushing and pulling it in various distances just so he can see every detail. God, he is beautiful. Then it clicked.
"What the fuck!" Harry shoved the picture across the room. He couldn't handle this. The picture was of Louis leaving Eleanors house in the same clothes he was wearing the day he did the pap walk. The day Harry needed him.
From the corner of Harry's tear stained eyes he spotted a white envelope peeping out from behind the picture, calling for Harry to read it.
He brushed the broken glass away with the palm of his hand, wincing slightly as he bits of blood escape. He didn't care anymore what's left to lose... he unfolded the letter whilst bitting its lip.
It's from Simon.
"That evil, conniving prick" Harry muttered to himself, Simon knew Harry would throw the frame he knows every move Harry is about to make. Maybe there's cameras, well then we will just have to give him a show later. Harry chuckled at his own thoughts before starting to read.
Harry styles,
My soon to be biggest solo artist! I hope you enjoy the lovely present I left you.
I left one for Louis only for it to be returned, in person, saying and I quote "tell Harry that next time he should try harder" I think you know what he means by that. It was truly awful. I almost cried when he said he didn't love you anymore, he never did to be honest. The world can be so cruel. I was about to tell him how disappointed I am but he left with Eleanor. You can't lie they do make an ideal couple...
Anyways, I except you to be working hard whilst you are a secluded, I don't want to hear from you until you finished 20 songs max, just incase some of them are terrible. Do what ever you need to do to make them, hurt yourself, drink, smoke or whatever I don't care. It's not like Louis is there to tell you not to, I think he'd rather encourage you. Good luck. I guess, you are some what talented tho Harry so it shouldn't take you too long.
That's pretty much it, there's a new phone in the draw, under the tv, With my number, Andrew (you're new assistant) and Kendall (yes you are still a 'thing' or whatever you prefer to call it).
Harry don't fuck it up. I'm watching you,
Simon Cowell and Modest management
Harry's whole body was about to explode into tears. His hand hurt, he couldn't breath in that small apartment, he missed his friends and family, he has these scars marking his arms, he has to write 20 songs and on top off all that Louis doesn't love him.
Don't act heartbroken, you knew it would happen eventually, after all who could love some one like you? Who could love Harry styles?
The sound of Harry's heavy yet beautiful sniffles were replaced by the tv. The news.
Harry Styles has officially left one direction and will be embarking on a new solo journey. He claimed to be excited for the future!
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"Left one direction... new solo journey" Louis paced angrily, as angrily as his dainty feet would let him.
He fell into the sofa in attempt to muffle his scream, "They're making it sound like he is on a mission or something, like some star wars shit." Zayn sat beside Louis and gently stroked his hair.
"Maybe we should have seen it coming, he was always writing by himself and walking off, right?" All Liam got in return was two groans and a sad little sniffle from Louis.
"What a prick," Louis said finding his more gained anger.
Zayn decided to chime in as-well "Arrogant son of a bitch more like!"
"Guys we don't know, he may have a good reason. I did see him wearing those bracelets again..." Niall always understood Harry, not as much as Louis but he was too angry right now to think clearly; all he could see was a blur of red and shapes.
Louis stomped his feet exposing his inner toddler "Well I refuse to listen to his music!"
"Same!" all but Niall replied.
Pulling the boys into a tight hug, Louis realised he heavily missed the feeling of his hand resting on Harry's hip and maybe he was more heartbroken then he though.
No don't waste it on him, he's selfish.
So he replaces it with anger
"It'll probably be shit anyways."
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Harry's music changed me, got be me back into one direction and then I found Larry so I blame Harry's music for making me cry lol
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28 chances // Larry stylinson
Fanfiction!!! TW!!! One direction have just been put together, they gain fame, money, success but worst of all hate and for Harry it's too much but it's okay because Louis Said he will all way be there - just a call away. Louis was never very good at answerin...
