If Today Was Your Last Day

Part 2- This is it?

A/N- This story is a work of fiction and I don't know if celebs work like this or if they can do whatever I'm about to write in this story but then again, I'm an ordinary teenage girl so have mercy. thank you.

"Harry!"

"Hey!"

"C'mon! Get up now!"

Harry groaned and turned around. 

"What is it?

"We need to get up and get ready."

Harry sat up on his bed immediately and rubbed his eyes. He reached out for his phone and looked at the time. 4:30. He mentally cursed the situation and got up. Trying to rub the sleep out of this eyes, he felt like jumping off of a cliff would be better than going to this stupid award ceremony filled with stupid people getting stupid awards for stupid things. Stupids!

"Hey Hazz!" He heard a his door hotel room door open and a familiar manly bold voiced man entering.

"We slept at 12:00am! Are they trying to kill us?" Harry whined looking at Liam who looked much more energetic and fresh than him, not even bothering to say a hi or good morning back because of his groggy state. Liam laughed lightly, looking amused at the younger boy's tantrums. "Its the last day Hazz. The tour's over and we finally have a little time. Lets just get on with this award thingy and we can have rest."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah right! They'll keep bothering us to think bout new music."

"Thats just our job. Remember, we chose this." Liam said sternly and walked out of the room.

"Our job was to live doing what we wanted, together. To be happy. To be proud. Not to live up to people's every expectation and kill ourselves on the inside" Harry mumbled, looking down. Even though Liam was gone, he felt like the need to give his explanation, maybe to the lifeless walls of this hotel which was far, very far from his family and happiness. He walked over to the bathroom and did the morning stuff. When he looked into the mirror, what he saw was the face of a handsome, young man, looking spent and tired. He sighed. Even when he was showering, he was thinking about stuff. Maybe this job was exhausting, but this was a dream job. He  could've never imagined he would get whatever he was receiving. He was appreciated, wanted and loved. He was doing what he wanted and was getting   paid with a good amount for it. He could get any girl he wanted and anything he wanted. Except peace and love, his conscience reminded him. He came out of his trance by a familiar voice shouting. Oh shit.

"Harry Edward Styles!"

Lou's voice boomed through the hotel room and bathroom, shaking Harry up. He was in trouble.He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out, grinning sheepishly at his fuming hairdresser. "What the hell are you doing? You haven't even worn your clothes yet!" Lou screamed. "Jeez! Calm down, love. Now shall I drop this here?" Harry smiled cheekily, playing with the edge of the towel. Lou gasped. "Harry, I'm not kidding. Now, I'm going to do Niall's hair and God help me if by the time I return and your clothes aren't on." Lou said and walked out of room, giving him a warning glare as she shut the door. 

Harry laughed to himself and walked over the bed, where his clothes were already kept. He put on a pair of boxers and grabbed his jeans. "Ugh What the hell!" He groaned as the jeans were too tight and wouldn't slip over his thighs. Finally after a struggle and hip dancing of 5 minutes, the jeans were on. He grabbed the white shirt and pulled it on, leaving the top buttons undone. He then took the black coat over his shoulders and left it unbuttoned. He sat on the bed. Hell, these jeans were tight. He wore the shiny black shoes laid out for him. Looking in the mirror, he appreciated his outfit. Yep, this was smart. Lou walked in two minutes later and looking at him, her face softened. "Well, don't you look like a prince." She smiled and pointed to the chair in front of the mirror, all the hair accessories in her hands. Harry smiles wide, popping out his dimples and sat down on  the chair. Lou did her work with his hair. "Harry, you really need a cut. Just trimming. No, don't worry, they'll still reach your shoulders." She rolled her eyes when Harry gave her a horrified look at the name of cutting. After she was done, the makeup artist came and did her magic on him. Within five minutes, all his acne and marks were hidden under a thin layer of makeup. He got up and walked out of his room to see the other boys. They were all in the hallway, waiting for him. Looks like he took extra time. Oops. He smiled at all of them and they walked down to the lobby of the hotel. In the front, their car was already waiting for them. They sat in and started the journey to the award ceremony.

"Whoa! Look at this!" Niall laughed lightly, scrolling through his phone. "Harry, you didn't tell us you and Ariana Grande were dating." Harry laughed, amused by paparazzi. "I guess I didn't know about my girlfriend myself." The boys laughed, nothing new in this. When they finally reached their destination, thousands of cameras started flashing, making all of them cringe. They got out, plastering smiles on their faces. Harry heard many things. The fans screaming, the paparazzi asking numerous questions bout things God knows where they thought of. Some hate too, but thats okay. This was his life. They walked in the huge auditorium and walked over to their assigned seats. Politely smiling at other celebrities, Harry leaned back against his seat, waiting for this to get over. The ceremony began and he was damn bored. In the middle of the ceremony, he got up from his seat and excused himself to the bathroom. He just needed to get away from that exhausting atmosphere. He walked as fast as he could without looking like he was running and finally found the restrooms. The restrooms had only one door and he looked at it confused. There should be male and female separate, right? He opened the door. Oh!! Fancy stuff. Inside there was another room with mirrors and wash basins and at the end, there were two doors for male and female. He stepped in and leaned against the counter, looking at himself. He sighed. Is this how its going to be? Is this how he is going to live? Is this what he's supposed to do? Is this what he wants? This is it? Suddenly, he heard the door open and looked to his right.

A/N- HEHEHE cliffhanger! Please don't hate me. Well, I guess this chapter was a little boring but i wanted to show the struggles Harry faces and how tiring his life is. Please vote and please please please comment. Even a simple, single word would matter a lot and motivate me to update. thank you.