Harry had it all a family a great group of friends and the love of his life by his side. A chance of fulfilling his dreams means he has to leave all that behind as he makes a choice that will change his life forever. 7 years pass and Harry is a famo...
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I recently watched the film of this and read the book and knew it would make a great larry read with a few diff plot lines and twists Please leave Comments if i should carry on or not thank you
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Please note i do not claim to know any of the characters in this book it is fiction Trigger warning there is character death (not larry) 1st chapter
A huge clap of thunder and a flash of lightening across the room awakes me from my deep sleep. The curtains are pulled back with a tiny gap against the very large window as I look out into the darkness with just the lights shining from the streetlamps and buildings across London. I have a perfect view of the London skyline which is one of the reasons I bought this apartment as well as offering me the privacy I need when I am home and not travelling.
I wake up the same way I have gone to sleep the last 7 years, feeling alone. I know I have no right to feel this way seems it was my choice, yet it doesn't make it any easier especially when I remember all I left behind and walked away from in order to follow my dreams. I will never forget his face or his laugh and it's at times like this I have to wonder was it worth it to live a life that in the end has not brought me as much happiness as one had hoped.
As I'm lying here listening to the rain and wallowing in my own self-pity a slight movement reminds me that I again and not for the first time, am not physically alone. Looking to my right is a face I don't recognise. A face that holds no name or even a memory of how they have ended up here with me in my bed. I glance over at the figure trying to piece together any recollection from the previous night although I'm sure probably the only conversation we had was with our eye's hands and lips.
The sleeping figure I notice has short blond hair, there is only one hair colour that makes my heartbeat and blonde isn't it. Neither is red or black.
I never go for blue eyes either I can't look into a pair of blue eyes without thinking of him. There is only one pair of blue eyes in which I want to look into, shame I couldn't tell myself that when I was taking off and walking away.
I am not having a pity party i know the choices I made back then, this is the result of excessive drinking last night. This is me coping with my mistakes and failures.
I may be thee Harry Styles on stage adored by many, confident, happy and having the time of his life but at night when I'm alone it's a whole other matter. I'm so scared of ending up alone, of dying alone and never again feeling the true love from anyone that's not just with me because of my fame.
I reach over to grab my phone to check the time it's a little past 6am but instead of getting up I open my gallery to look at all my old pictures. I don't know why I do this to myself. I pull up my images of him. My finger tracing over his face, the way his cheekbones are sculptured like perfection, his hair so soft. I can still remember how it used to feel in-between my fingers and always smelt of coconut like a warm summer's day.
I look again this time at his eyes. They are drawing me in like they always did. A vision of beauty, the brightest blue like the deepest oceans and the sky on a cloudless summer's day. The way I could feel him reading me by just looking at me and me in turn being able to read him so effortlessly.
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