gravity //h.s//

harry

Harry's P.O.V~

"You'll never amount to anything."

"Loser!"

"Just give up your never gonna make it"

  The voices in my head kept repeating those three phrases as I walked up to one of the music studios on my list. I opened the glass door and was greeted by a receptionist who looked like she couldn't give two shits about anyone but herself.

"Um, excuse me I have a meeting with Mr. Collins. I'm Harry Styles" I asked politely.

"Yeah whatever Mr. Collins office is the third door on the right" She replied obnoxiously.

"Thanks" I mumbled as I walked away. Today was the day. I had practiced and practiced just for this one meeting. Today I would get signed to a record company and move far away from my family and be famous. The voices telling me I wouldn't make it echoed through my head again giving me chills. I knocked on the office door hearing a deep voice say "Come in" as I entered.

"You must be Harry, so your gonna sing for me today" he asked rubbing his five o'clock shadow.

"Yes sir, and let me say what an honor it is to be here for you to listen to me sing" I replied rambling.

"Yeah okay so you gonna sing or what I don't have all day" he snapped frustrated.

"Sorry I'll start." I answered not wanting to make this guy who decides my future pissy. I started to sing remember all the pitches, words and making sure I was loud. He stopped me halfway.

"That's all I need to hear. Goodbye" he said like he didn't know I was slowly dieing.

"B-but I didn't finish you have to let me finish" I stuttered keeping my calm trying not to strangle this fat man in front of me.

"Listen kid your good but not good enough and quite frankly I don't know if anyone like you. Now get out of my sight before I have security take you out for me" he said his voice growing in volume.

"You know what I looked up to you as a record company and you just made a mistake, so when i'm a big star living the life remember you let me go" I replied storming out of the room. As if on cue the receptionist spoke up as I walked past.

"Have a nice day" she said in that obnoxious voice like she knew what had happened.

"Shut the fuck up" I growled through gritted teeth as I walked out the door.

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    I'm outside my flat getting ready  to go in still angry from the days let downs when I started to cry. I don't understand why this happens to me everything bad happens to me. Now I have to stay in this stupid flat by myself because my parents wanted to get rid of me so they bought this for me. Money doesn't buy happiness but it sure made them happy to be rid of me. Then this girl walked by. She seemed like she was in a rush but she stopped and was talking to me. I snapped at her a few times and I really wish I didn't. She was beautiful. I couldn't explain it but she was. She told me she was a runaway and I could tell she didn't choose this life. She had a small figure and she was as gorgeous as a model. I don't know how anyone could consider her a "thug" she looked so innocent and childlike. But she did have that tough girl outer shell to her, but an angelic aura.

    After talking to her for a while I invited her into my house. She told me if I woke up and she wasn't there not to worry, to just forget about her like everyone else, but I knew that wouldn't be so easy. I turned towards my door and fumbled with the keys until I jabbed them into the keyhole. "Smooth move Styles."   I let her go up first like the gentleman I am. I couldn't help but think she knew what I was thinking. Every time she'd see me look at her when she turned around she'd just lightly smile. It's not so much I want her to be "mine" but I would do anything for her. As I walked up the stairs behind her my thoughts were running wild.

"So she's a runaway that's cool"

"She's very shut down"

"I like her a lot"   I couldn't think of her like that not yet. So I went back to square one.

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"So her name's Dustin and she's the only thing I can think about....so much for square one"