Chapter Five-Harry
I took a deep breath as I stood staring at my bag that I had just finished packing. Inside it contained 5 t-shirts, 4 pairs of shorts, 5 pairs of underwear, a hoodie, a pair of socks, my toothbrush, an extra pair of shoes, 2 pairs of jeans, 3 beanies and 4 pairs of sun glasses.
I placed my wallet with all my credit cards and money in between the clothes and careful zipped up the shoulder bag, glancing around my room that still looked the same.
Sighing, I placed the strap over my shoulder and walked towards my bedroom door and as I placed my hand on the cold door knob I took one last look at my room before throwing my phone onto the bed and closing the door.
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I shivered as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
“It has to be done.” I whisper to myself.
Lifting a shaky hand up to my trade mark curls, I open the scissors and close them slowly, watching as I small lock of my brown hair floats down to the floor.
I squeeze my eyes shut before looking cautiously down at the lonely lock of hair.
“Here goes nothing.”
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I stared at my reflection in the big mirror and smiled. I did look dramatically different, but it wasn’t bad. My face looked thinner and my eyes looked bigger, and in my opinion, they looked lighter. My hair was also a lot lighter now that it was so short and I knew it would be impossible to recognize me if I wore sunglasses and a cap. I smiled again at my reflection before picking up my sling bag and the packet filled with my hair and walking out my apartment, dumping the packet of hair in the trash as I passed. I was free.
I pulled the baseball cap out from my bag and placed it on my head, digging a bit longer for some shades before finally locating them and sliding them onto my face. Sitting down at the bus stop on the corner of my street I thought back to the letter I had left on my bed.
‘Dear Louis,
I am addressing this letter to you as I know you are going to be the first to come and find me, I know you well enough to know your blood must be running cold as you read this letter, don’t worry, I am ok.
I am sorry I had to do this to you and the boys, my family, management and the fans, but Louis, I have to.
You may or may not know that the reason I am acting strangely lately is because I am depressed. No, I have not been diagnosed with depression, however I know how I am feeling and these emotions are defiantly not normal. I wish I could ignore them, mate, but I just can’t do it anymore.
