Starting over

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

"HARRY!"

"HARRY I LOVE YOU!"

"FRIGGIN MARRY ME ALREADY!!"

"LOVE MEEEEEEE!"

I hear a ringing of screaming teenage girls blare through my ears as I quickly make my way into our hotel room.

Hey. I'm Harry Styles. Oh you've heard of me? Well most people have. I'm in the former British/Irish boy band One Direction. It consists of Harry Styles (me), Louis the Tommo-Tomlinson (or boobear), Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan.

Right now, were basically tearing through painted claws of whipping hair and Victoria Secret perfume into our safe hotel rooms.

I wave and smile at most girls I pass, trying to look happy behind my aviator sunglasses while really I'm dreaming of hopping back into bed to sleep for the rest of my life.

Now I do have to tell you, the fame gets to me. Not only physically, with all the nail scratches and ripped jumpers, but mentally. It's hard having everyone look up to you and expect you to be amazing.

Every. Single. Day.

And I can't let my girls down! There just so beautiful and I love every single one but sometimes, I must admit, I do dream of starting over. Not being the famous, Harry styles but just your every day guy Harry Styles.

The Harry Styles who can go shopping without getting tackled or go clubbing without having to worry about the paparazzi. Maybe even having a special someone I could kiss without having fans bombard us with hate.

It's tough being like this. I may sound conceited, most people would literally die to have my life, but trust me it's not all its cut out to be.

Sometimes I just want to hit rewind and just go back to being normal.

So basically if I could put it simply, I'm sad. Alone and sad, and no one will ever know because no one will really care enough to find out.

I sign a few notebooks, CDS, and foreheads before running inside to captivity with the rest of the lads.

"Woo, those girls wear me out sometimes." Niall cheers while still waving at them through the glass door.

Louis puts a hand on my shoulder and sighs "So mate, since this is our week off how bout we go out for something to eat?" I frown slightly and look down.

All I really want to do is sleep but I can't turn down all the boys. So I go along with it.

Zayn smiles happily and grabs Liam "Where we going!" Liam looks annoyed, like he always does, and his eyebrows crease together.

"Uhm well I don't know really, anywhere would work. As long as we don't get mobbed because we don't want poor Nialler to start hyperventilating again..." Niall looks over at us with mock hurt crossing his sky blue eyes.

"That was one time! One time!" He announces while all the boys laugh and start into the elevator to our floor.

I groan mentally.

Why can't I just stay under my covers for all eternity?