Harry

Home

It was where I've wanted to be. Or, have longed to be for a while now. After my ex and I cut all ties, I've decided to pay my lovely parents a visit. I haven't visited them in a while now. Each time I'd promise to visit, I never did. Since Zayn left, things had gotten busier. Liam, Niall, Louis and I managed so I'm assuming that's a pretty lame excuse.

My parents had moved to Los Angeles in the same city as me. Calabasas, that is. I'd like to think it's quite nice since I'm there ever so often. As, I'm mainly touring. 

-BZZZZZZZZZZ-

I looked down at my phone. It was a text from my mother asking when I'd arrive. Typically, she was the type of person to call. I guess after trying to reach out to me for so long, she gave up.  I responded to her message as the chauffeur arrived at Los Angeles International Airport. 

The chauffeur, Dennis, offered to put my luggage away but I kindly declined. As we began to leave the airport, Dennis asked me how the tour went.

"It was alright, I guess."

"Well if you don't mind me asking, what do you mean by that?"

"The fans - they're always they're to support us and that's great but I'm so used to it."

"So, you hate your fans?"

I looked at Dennis as he glanced at me through the rear mirror. 

"No, that's not what I mean by 'used' to. I'm just bored, in a way. I'm twenty-two and single. Haven't seen my childhood friends in a while, I just miss how things used to be."

"Ah, I understand. You simply need a break."

"I guess."

-BZZZZZZZZZZ-

I looked at my phone and it was my mother again. She told me that my childhood friends Eden and Maxim were going to be at the house, along with their parents and siblings. I threw my phone to the other side of the car.

Eden, Maxim, and I left on bad terms. Since the Xfactor, I didn't talk to them as much as I would've liked to. After the boys and I became a band, we haven't talked, period.

"Mr.Styles, we will be there shortly. Would you like to stop anywhere before we reach your destination?"

"The Six Restaurant, to your left. It closes in shortly, so you could join me for a drink if you'd like."

"If you insist."

Before I knew it, I found myself in front of groups of shots and Dennis telling me about some affair with a married woman. 

"I was 18 at the time and was new to the city. She was my boss and showed me around, if you know what I'm getting at."

I tried to focus but everything seemed unclear. Dennis looked like a Dorothy and my hands looked very unsettling. I began to feel uneasy and began to walk out of the restaurant. 

I threw up near a tree or plant, I couldn't tell.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" someone had asked.

I squinted my eyes and tried to look at them.

"I'm throwing up, can't you tell?"

"You threw up on me!" they yelled.

I turned around to go back inside when I hit the floor.