Imperfect Love

Chapter 1

5 years ago ~

Harry's Pov*

I was angry. My blood was boiling and I could no longer hold onto my temper. I stomped into my apartment slamming the door shut. I hate how I am judged by people how know absolutely about me.

Life just shouldn't be like this. I had wanted to become a professional singer since I was little and now living my dreams is like being stuck in a nightmare. Paparazzi, gossip, hate ... It is all just swirling around me a hurricane I cannot escape.

I throw my phone across the room, ignoring the sound of the screen smashing to pieces. Who cares anyways? I have enough money to repay it, way more than I need. The thing about being an international star is that I have everything in the world except happiness. I know I do love singing more than anything but what I don't love is having my picture on the front page of every magazine saying that I am a 'player', a 'womanizer', a 'heartbreaker' and so many other mean things. I hate it. I hate it all.

I jumped on the sofa with a loud thud. I switched on the TV, attempting to watch something to distract myself from today's events. And yes I do mean attempt because it soon became failure. As soon as I turned the TV on, I landed on a channel that was just talking about me.

"The famous heartthrob Harry Styles from boy band One Direction was thought to have slept with a Spanish girl age 22 last night. Apparently, he was seen walking into a club last night partying with his fellow band mates and had consumed an over-do of drinks. Horribly drunk, he then seen going to this girl's apartment. This incident has yet happened again, making it the 6th girl this month that Styles has slept with. Calling him a womanizer, I guess is now considered an understatement..."

I switched the remote off and slammed it against the wall. I couldn't take this any longer. Yes it's true I did sleep with that girl but it was only because I was drunk! It was a mistake. I had not meant that to that to happen. Can't people just understand that?

Management called before. Hell they were angry at me. They are even forcing me and the lads into acting in some sort of stupid movie. Apparently, it was to depict a better image of me. What the fuck? I do not need some script to help present me as a good person who doesn't 'use' women! Especially since I never did in the first place!

I am not a womanizer like everyone thinks me of. I am just another normal person desperate for love. How is that such a bad thing?

You see I have felt so unloved for many years. My family and I have been through a hard time and I know what it feels like to lose someone you truly care for. That is why I want so badly to find someone I know will always be there for me. Someone I can love and feel loved back. No luck though.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I am just not destined to find the perfect girl. Maybe I am not destined to fall in love.

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Paige's Pov*

It was another warm summer morning in Melbourne. I was going for an early jog down the city streets. The sun had already risen high in the sky; staring down at the old, fragile buildings like a teacher making sure his students are doing the right thing. Clouds scattered across the light blue sky as the warm morning heat started to bring people out of their houses. 

The morning was quiet; the only sounds heard where birds chirping and my feet paddling on the hard concrete. My dark long hair fell down my shoulders in waves as the soft breeze tugged at my clothes.

I really enjoy doing morning jogs; it gives me like a 'glimpse' of a world where I am the only one alive and everyone else is asleep. I can do anything I like without worrying about what people may think because no one else existed but me. And that feeling is just incredible.