Watching Harry come out onto the bright stage sent a static shock through my body. The lights behind him,the music pumping, and the screams of thousands of fans only fueled this feeling, a feeling I have every time. But this night is different...and suddenly I realize something.
Watching him gleam under the colorful show lights he is electric, magnificent, and absolutely charismatic. As im shaken out of my dream like stare I look around for what seems to be the first time looking at the fans. Their faces are in awe of him and only him forgetting there are 4 others. He is the driving force in these girls lives and the center of pop culture media. All at once a sad cold realization floods into my veins. He is too good for me and I am simply nothing compared to him and his glamorous world. Ive thought this before in our relationship but now it is so apparent there is no tip-toeing around it. Im not pretty nor am I special and watching this beaming magnificent man on the large stage, in front of practically the entire world, I know..
I had to let him go.
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I Had To Let Him Go [Harry Styles]
FanfictionI love him..I love him more than anything. But I just wish...I just wish that what we share, and what we have was in another time, another place. Where he isnt known as being "Harry Styles"..where its just us... Love is odd. Love can empower you but...