Harry's POV
Ever since I was a little boy, I always wanted to sing. I had a passion for it. give me anything, a blow-up mic, some cheap maracas, I could make a melody. my mum always told me I had the talent of singing, and I believed that too. I was the heart of the house, yelling and chanting any melody that came to mind. I was a simple boy, with a simple life and family. But for some strange reason, i didn't want that life. I wanted the star life, the musician that made the crowd go wild. i wanted to be someone, to be recognized, until it happened. A big slap in the face, but it was completely unexpected. like a hurdle in a track race. It's like I was winning, running free, nothing could stop me. But in the distance, you see the hurdle, as you get closer and closer to it, you think to yourself, I can do this. But you can't. And once you reach that hurdle, you jump. And you miss. You fall to the ground, scraping your knees, along with your cheek. and worst of all, you can't get up. You're...stuck. That's how I feel, weak, no power inside of me. And what is that unexpected hurdle, you ask? Read on...
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Dreams: A Harry Styles Fanfiction
FanfictionBefore Harry styles was famous, he was just a normal 17 year old teenage boy that played guitar in his room with a dream and a passion for singing. He alway dreamt of making it big in the music industry. but after a tragic family death, he doesn't r...
