Frozen Hands [h.s.]

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HARRY'S POV

"HARRY I LOVE YOU"

"HARRY FATHER MY CHILDREN"

"SHAKE THEM TITTIES HARREH"

Waving at our fans, I open the door to our tour bus and climb in. The show has been amazing, as per usual. The adrenaline rush that I got from being on stage is slowly withdrawing from my system, leaving me tired. The boys are still showering and whatnot but I wanted to have a bit of time for myself, therefore I snuck into the tour bus.

Once the door closes and all the curtains are drawn, I collapse on my bed, slowly letting my cheeks relax from all the smiling I did whilst on stage. I am extremely tired and definantly need some rest, but I can't get myself to close my eyes and relax. I take out my phone and dial my mum's number. It's 8 am in England, so hopefully she will pick up. After a few rings, I hear my mother's joyful voice.

"Hello! This is Anne Cox."

"Hey mum! It's Harr-"

"I'm unavailable at the moment so please leave me a message with your name so I can call you back! Have a good day or night!"

Sighing, I close my phone and breathe out. I really have to talk to someone. I try calling Gemma. No answer. My friend Ed. Straight to voicemail. I end up calling most of my friends from back home and no one answers. Why don't they pick up their damn phone? Are they mad at me? Have I done something wrong?

I just feel so lonely. Sure, the boys are a few meters away. Yes, I am always surrounded by people. But no one wants to have a heart to heart conversation with me and actually listen to what I have to say, or understand what I am going through. Grabbing a small box out of my suitcase, I walk to the bus' bathroom. I make sure the door is shut and locked and open the box, staring at the blades. I slowly take off my pants, making sure that no one is whithin hearing distance. Slightly shaking, I grab a blade and slide it on my upper thigh.

There. Relief. I can finally breathe. Although the marks can look like cat scratches, they make me feel slightly better. I have to mark myself on my upper thighs, because no one will actually notice them there. If I do them on my wrists, despite having a lot of bracelets, the fans would surely notice. After I am done with the blades, I run them under water and neatly put them back in their box.

Peaking out of the bathroom, I notice that the boys still aren't there. I jump into my pajamas, ignoring the uncomfortable sting of the fabric running on my fresh cuts and get in bed. Closing my eyes, I am finally able to doze off.

LAURENCE'S POV

The day has been long. After going to school all day, I went straight to my aunt's house. I have been living here for nearly two years and it is quite alright. The end of my first year in university is nearing and I can't wait to free myself of all the stress and anxiety it causes. After studying all night for finals, I ran around the neighbourhood for about an hour, exhausting myself but getting an immense sensation of satisfaction. I came home and took a shower and here I am now.

Laying on my king sized bed I just stare aimlessely at the ceiling. Sighing, I grab my phone and put on my night time playlist: it is something I've been doing for a few years now. To help me sleep, I play very soft and southing music all night long on my phone while it's charging. "Diana" by One direction came on and I can't help but smile. Despite my not being a huge fangirl, I can admit liking all of their songs. I also enjoy watching some funny compilations of them on youtube, but I am pretty down to earth and I can understand how tough it might be to be on tour and have busy lives like them, therefore I would never try to meet them or invade their privacy.

Sure, they have money. But is it that important? To be controlled like puppets to please the industry, the fans? They give out the impression that they are care-free, independent and happy guys but I have always wondered what it's really like, having no privacy whatsoever, constantly being harrassed by fans or paparazzis to the point where they can't go out on their own, to be away from their loved ones for half a year and to work everyday of their lives. Because that was basically fame. You can't just come home and relax, like after a normal day at work. Being famous is a 24/7 job.

I sometimes wonder if the guys actually like each other. If they actually interact with each other like they do in public, or if it's all an act. I know that after spending five years with the same people, I would get tired and annoyed by them. Heck, I was annoyed by everyone in high school and I didn't spend all my time with them.

Yes, I am an irritable person.

Yes, I am impatient and grumpy.

I do have a lot of flaws, but doesn't everyone?

I know for sure I couldn't live without privacy. I am a pretty shy and discreet person and I wouldn't be able to handle all the pressure of celebrity. Thankfully, I will never have to experience it.

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"THE STORY OF MY LIFE, I TAKE HER HOME, I DRIVE ALL NIGHT, TO KEEP HER WARM, AND TIME IS FRO-O-O-O-O-ZEN," my phone blares, waking me up suddenly.

Groaning, I pick it up and stare at it, frustrated. My best friend Lexie is calling me. Much to my annoyance, she is a huge One Direction fangirl and set up her own ring tone, which is obviously Story Of My Life.

"What do you want Lexie? I was sleeping!" I complain as she starts laughing.

"Come on Lau, it's nearly noon. I think it's about time you wake up," she all too cheerily says.

I couldn't care less. It's not like I had anywhere to be, at least not until-

"Wait what did you just say?" I ask.

"Uh.. Just that it was time you got up," my annoying best friend states in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Shit, shit, shit! I wasn't talking about that you dummy! I meant that it's nearly twelve and I'm working today! You know how my boss always expects me to come in half an hour early! He is so going to fire me, I'm late!" I exclaim while trying to jump in my skinny jeans. Which does not end well, because I fall on the floor, landing on my butt.

"What was that noise? Did you just fall?" Lexie chuckles, totally ignoring my distress.

"Yes, I just did for your information, and now I'm going to have a huge bruise on my butt. How are you so calm? I'm going to get fired!"

"Don't worry, Lau, I got your back. I came in for a coffee this morning and I noticed that John was stressed out, so I went over to ask him what was his problem. He said that you hadn't shown up yet and that you would loose your job if you didn't get your ass to the shop. So me, being the marvelous friend I am, told him you were running late and that I would cover for you. So I am currently serving coffees, and I have no idea what I'm doing so if you could get here that would be helpful!"

"Thank God. You're a life saver Lex, I owe you big time. I'll be there in about 10 minutes, hang in there," I rush, trying to get my socks on.

I am thankful to have her as my best friend. She always saves me from embarrasment or humiliation and I have to bow down to her for that.

Rushing through the door, I hop into my car and speed down the road.

"Hey boss! Sorry I was late, won't happen again!"

"You got lucky this time Cornwall. Next time your friend won't be there to get you out of trouble. I hope this tardiness won't happen again," John mutters while throwing an apron in my face.

He isn't the most smiling guy out there but he is okay to deal with. After thanking Lexie for saving me once again, I start washing one of the many tables in the store. I sigh, knowing this will be a long day.

Hi guys! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction, so please don't be too hard on me if it's bad at the beggining! I promise that my writing skills will eventually improve. Anyways, I hope you guys have enjoyed the first chapter of my story, and please comment some title suggestions of what this fanfic should be called! For the moment it is "Strenght" but I'll probably chamge because I don't like it much. Anyways, thank you for reading this, if you've liked the beggining please tell people around you to read it! Much love.