Childhood friendships are the ones we always savour yet the hardest to keep.
The same was said for Elowyn Sullivan and Harry Styles, next-door neighbours and best friends, growing up surrounded by the other - until one left to pursue their dreams i...
AN: We're heating things up a little bit... ♫ West Coast by Lana Del Rey
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Watching Harry on stage will never get old, I think I could do this every night for the rest of my life. Standing in the wings and watching the way he entertains the crowd effortlessly and with such ease will never get old. The sight forever instils pride in my heart.
He makes taking the stage look so easy, coming across so carefree and relaxed despite being at the forefront of tens of thousands of people's attention. I've always thought being captivated by him was a me thing but attending his concerts I've quickly figured out he just has an aura that sucks you right in.
The atmosphere he creates is magical, a shining moon in everyone's eyes that they just can't take their gaze from, his fans holding their torches high to formulate a sky of twinkling stars that shine just for Harry. He's got his own sky to admire whenever he's on stage, one above him to share with the world and one right in front of the stage he takes over.
His tanned body moves with ease, ink swirled perfectly into his skin forever for people to admire all around the world. I'd love to sit and trace every single tattoo that decorates his body while he whispers the meaning to me of them, dimples on show when I compliment the pretty artwork.
Whoever created him really took their time, talented hands sculpting him carefully like a masterpiece hung high in a gallery. They wanted to form a human so easy to admire, so beautiful and he was brought to me. I was given strict instructions to keep him close to my heart but I allowed him to slip through my fingers allowing jealousy and the overwhelming feeling of abandonment to overrule the emotions in my chest.
Being in the wings at Wembley Stadium to watch the man I grew up with, the flourished version of the little boy I used to create dance routines with in his living room to show our parents as bribery for a sleepover. It's surreal that those memories I hold are his origin story, his past before he'd taken the stage becoming something to the world, not just things to keep locked away in his own mind.
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