Wrong Love

Chapter 1

Song of the chapter: Take me home-Jess Glynne (video on the side)
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Harry was walking down the dark and empty streets of New York City.

No screams. No fans. No paparazzi. No flash lights. No nothing. Just the sound of some drunks out on the streets.

Yes, it was 3 o'clock in the morning but a couple of months ago that hadn't kept his former fans and the damn papas from mobbing and following him.

He sighed deeply. 
He missed it. He really did.

He missed the feeling of being loved and looked up i.

He missed the feeling of cameras greeting him every time he stepped out of the door.

He missed reading all the comments on his Twitter and Instagram page.

He missed making his fans happy.

But mostly he missed being happy. He missed the feeling of being happy and at home.

Yes, of course being famous sucked at times but Harry had been truly happy all the time. Well, sometimes more and sometimes less but he had always appreciated it.

He shivered as a cold breeze came up and wrapped itself around him like a comforting blanket.
Just like the sadness that was coming up again.
He hated it.

Harry hated this sadness. He hated that he always messed up.
He hated that he couldn't believe people when they said they loved him.

Of course Harry knew exactly how much his fans used to love him but that was a different thing. Being loved by fans and being loved by someone who can and will always be next to you and wrap their arm around you and wipe away your tears and make you feel worth something...

Harry sighed again as he got up from the cold spot on the sidewalk he had been sitting on. It was cold and he was getting very tired now. It didn't matter though because he didn't have anything to do the next day...

He had nothing and he would properly never have something again.

Slowly he started to head to his hotel.

Alone.

Again.