The Darkest Pleasures

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

-30 Days Later

I was about to make my decent into Los Angles to meet up with one of my favorite people in the world. It has been a really long time since I had last seen him. Actually I think it has been a year since I last saw those ginger locks of his. How could I let the time go by so long? He is one of my best friends; I actually think we are closer than the rest of the guys and me.  I don’t know why Liam made me pack so early to come over here to the states. Maybe it was a way for me to clear my mind for a brief part of time, since that is so difficult to do these days. In a way I knew that this was a good idea. However if Ed and I are really writing for the boys and I’s upcoming CD, I see troubles. Whenever likes to write music he always likes to pull out deep and raw emotion whenever he likes to write. My current emotions are all still wrapped around the constant and drunken thought of Hazel Emerson; the girl who came and ripped away my emotions.

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I started to make my way into the airport terminal when I was bombarded. There were your typical paparazzi always trying to snap a photo of me where ever I go. There are points where it is really hard to push past them. It's almost trying to push through a brick wall, which is nearly impossible unless you’re some sort of super hero. In that case I wasn’t. I was just your run of the mill boy in a boy band. No super powers here, unless you count feeling broken and miserable as being a super power.

So there I stood there waiting for security to help me attempt to get through the mesh of people. As I was standing there behind the terminal fence a majority of the cameramen came up to me just too take their photos and barked questions at me. I could handle that, they never touched me. I was used to that.  I respected that, because I don't like being touched unless I know you. Otherwise I bug out, so I was fine until the fangirls somehow broke through the impenetrable wall of camera men and started to grab at me.

"Harry!!!" One girl said reaching out and grabbing onto my arm.

"Take a picture with me!!" Another girl said yanking me away from the other girls grasp.

I could normally handle myself in these situations with the guys around, they didn't mind being grabbed. We would build barriers around each other to help us all protect ourselves. Then whenever we traveled together as a pack we had tighter security. Whereas today there is just me, with no personal security other than what the airport has itself, which seems like none at the current moment.

Today was one of the days I wish they were all here to protect me.

"Harry take a picture with me!!" Another girl said yanking me away from the previous girl that had a death grip on me.

At this point in time only a few of the cameramen were around. They must have run away for their own safety. I wish I was with them. With them now being gone I was struggling to get my way through the waves of girls dying to just have my attention for a moment. However, wherever I went I still was stuck in what felt like a corner.

“Get the fuck away from me!” I yelled while yanking my arm out of the girl’s hands.

 I felt my heart racing; I was starting to grow worried over my safety. I felt like I was going to die because of how tight everyone was becoming around me.  The farther I started to feel cornered the more I started to feel heavy and started to shake extremely bad. I could taste copper in my mouth, which meant I was starting to get nauseated. I had the feeling I was about to throw up of the insanity that was all around me. The more I cornered I became the more I felt a fast pace of shortened breaths. My head could feel the effects of being oxygen depletion. My head started to grow heavy and black, but yet I wasn’t blacking out completely yet. I could still see and hear all the people around me. They all were yelling at me, I don't even know what of anymore. It all started to blur together. The sight on every visible girl to me looked hungry. It was like they were trying to eat me or rip my soul up into itty bitty pieces.