As It Was...

sHE

Harry's POV

The line went off just as i was about to utter the other word.This damn women..i ringed her a few more times still getting the same response in return.

Frustrated i threw the phone on the wall right in front of me and saw as it came crashing down,i strode to my refrigerator which apparently held all the alcohol in the fucking world for unknown reasons.

I popped open the lid and gulped a large amount of the whiskey...enjoying the slight burn in my throat..

Yes, Harry Styles was a fucking wreck! Wreck without him.

sHE (sHE)
sHE lives in daydreams with me (sHE)
sHE's the first one that I see
And I don't know why
I don't know who sHE is (sHE, sHE)..

I didn't know what was my purpose anymore,producing good music, acting well or being a womanizer.

Yes people loved me,my fans, they're the best thing happened to me, they're the sole reason I'm here where i am but why am I according to people the prettiest,nicest and richest man in such adversity!

Yeah i may have been selfish i may have acted like nothing mattered to me..but how long can I act..i can't it's draining.. I'm tired

Whenever my eyes are open they search for him and whenever they're closed they're haunted by those pretty blues..which are mostly cold to me..

I just wanna run away sometimes..far,far away so that no one can catch me their..just me and those big blues..just me and those pouty pink lips..just me and those chubby cheeks..just mine sorrows and his happiness.. just two broken hearts..just the two reasons for both of our aching hearts..just the two of us...

He takes a boat out
Imagines just sailing away (away, away)
And not telling his mates (not telling his mates)
He wouldn't know what to say (wouldn't know what to say, to say)

Does he remember me, remember us?
Does he writes any song about me..cause most of the songs i write are about him..

"D-Does he- Does he HATE me?"

I doubt he even bothers to think of me or remember me enough to hate me.. shocking ain't it that i was the one who demolished it all and I'm the only one who thinks of it the most..

But i can't help it.. he's the first face that flashes my mind when I wake up and the only voice that lulls me too sleep..

sHE (sHE)
sHE's the first one that I see (sHE)
sHE lives in daydreams with me
And I don't know why
I don't know where sHE is (sHE,sHE)

I was pretty much drowned in the world of the alcohol in my hands and my Niall..when i heard my front door open and slam shut..

Their walked in my "gorgeous" girlfriend..Olivia..

"Why did you bother calling?! Huh!" She asked harshly..

"Y-you knowww whyyyy" I said dragging the w and y, smirking foolishly..

"So you wanna fuck?" She asked seductively walking closer to me..

"Not a doubt" I said gulping the rest of the bottle down..

She sat on my lap and kissed down my neck while i quickly put her down getting up and grabbed her by her hands leading us to my bedroom..

I put hi- her down on the bed and climbed on top her kissing her feverishly ("a/n it's just as horrible for me to write as for you to read") I closed me eyes secretly wishing they weren't as artificial as they were,secretly wishing they were those thin pink plums..

Nips and scratches,not a hint of gentle touches,lust and roughness,not a sound of sweet love.

Lights went off,curtains shut,moans erupted in the dark room,which did nothing to mend Harry's heart.

Still the same blue and greens,still the same pale and tan but He missed those innocent mewls and silent cries of inexperience as he ravished his lover.He still somewhere prayed for him to return but too bad he didn't actually.

Lives for the memory
A woMAN who's just in his head (just in his head)
And she sleeps in his bed (his bed)
While he plays pretend (pretend)
So pretend (pretend)
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Christ! I'm such a writer in this chapter...How did i even get that in my mind..for fools sake.. I'm brilliant;)! I know the chapter's shitty..so pardon!-