Another one of my darkest hours has gone by, being forced of something I dont like and no one is at your back to lean on and rescue you.
Escaping away from everything I have been going through, I drive across the roads of London in the cold winter. If it werent for the heater of my Range Rover u could've frozen to death.
What has happened? Modest! managememt is forcing me again to date women and act like I have affairs with them for what? more publicity? I don't think the fans only take publicity for the women we date but our fame was because of music and not some women hanging out with us.
It isn't only our looks that sell but most important is our voice, and the music we make.
My best mated aren't even here to the rescue.... I'm being forced to date Kendall Jenner yet my so treates brothers just push me to do it.
"Its for the best.... do it...." they all say the same things!
I hit the wheel about three times before letting a couple of tears drop from my eyes. Sometimes I wish that my old normal days would just come back. When I was a carefree young lad from cheshire who worked in a simple bakery and lived in a small but homey house with my fanily, not Harry Styles "The popstar" or the "Man Whore". After all! I'm like everyone! still human!
suddenly bright light started surrounding me, still blurry because of the tears in my eyes....
Everything was lost.... all was heard yet unseen....
siren sounds...... beeping noises..... conplete silence.... darkness is all I feel.... nothing less, nothing more..... no light.... just sound.... its hard to believe but "Seing is Believing"
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that was just a prolouge! first chapter will be posted! I hope you support this story especially it will cover most controvercies recent and old of our dear Harry Styles!
Hoping for your Support!
-Bella
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FanfictionSacrifices are to be done, that is one thing for sure, but how far can your sacrifices go just for love? can it get you to scarifice your time? your dreams? your life? your sight even? ****************************************************************...