I Dream A Dream

Chapter 3: a day out?

Let me dream. I tell myself through the spilling rays of sunshine beaming at my window pane and into my very own awakened eyes. Today was a Sunday, and we all know what that means; rest day. A day where I can do whatever I want, however forcing myself to sleep wasn't the way I planned it to be. So I decided I had to tire myself out - which meant - going out and meeting my lovely and dearest fans and going shopping to replace my torn and worn out brown boots. Wonderful. Dragging myself out of my warm bed sheets - dreadful feeling - I got ready for a good time out. Just as I got to my wardrobe, I had suddenly whacked my sister by accident when opening my cupboard. Whoops, get ready to be swatted on the arm Styles, because Gem is not feeling gleeful.

"HARRRYYY"

she sang angrily.

"Shit! Shit! I'm so sorry, blame the cupboard door not me!"

I cursed, and as predicted, Gemma had swatted my arm with her not-so-small but nearly-as-big-as-a-man's hand. Damn that hurt, I just got a new tattoo there as well! She stormed off without saying a word. Today's agenda: try not pissing off your sister again.

Ahh, out and feeling good. I love being outside, I love the way the air caresses my soft skin as the breeze increases. It's just so tender. And just as I was about to step into a store, I saw a group of huddling girls screaming till their lungs were searching for air. Already a bunch of security guards formed a semi-circle around me. And if I were to be honest; I hated that. It wasn't fair how everyone was pushing and shoving in the crowd and how the guards and been doing the exact same, however to the bunch of tackling girls. It grew a slight fire of anger inside of me, I wanted to push the guards out the way and tell them to stop, but they had a reason, but again it just wasn't fair. I saw a teenage girl bawling her eyes out, the hurt and pain slapped my chest. Oh how I wanted to hug her and tell her that she is a special and beautiful person and I wanted to wipe her tears with my bare thumb. It hurt a lot. To see this amount of people want to see you and you practically wasn't allowed to do anything. That was probably one of the downsides to being 'world known'.

I let out a sigh. Trying my best to tell the officers to let me see them, but nothing went according to want I wanted. Losing hope, I scurried into the shop and bought a good looking pair of brown leather boots. The huddle of girls were still there, I waved at them and showed my brown boots which made most of them chuckle. Feeling a sense of delight by their little laughter, I smiled and sat in my black Audi.

Time for home.

Time for her.