Harry's P.O.V
Don't get me wrong, it's fantastic having people from countries I've never heard of knowing my name and millions of girls screaming everytime they see me but sometimes it get's too much to handle. There are so many advantages than disadvantages like getting four brothers out of it and living my dream. However I miss the times I went to the corner shop in my pyjama's and everyone would mind their own business instead of the media going ecstatic the next day that Harry Styles went out in his pyjama's or the fact that I'm apparently dating every female I'm seen with. Lack of sleep and not being able to see family was one of the major issues. It's hard being a 20 year old guy being away from his most loved ones.
It would be great just to get away from it all, you know? Going away to another country just to be able to relax without having to worry about what the media have made up about you next, not having to wake up at 6.00am in the winter and doing whatever I want intsead of going to interviews or rehearsing 24/7. It does get quite boring living in a tourbus after a while. At first it's great! Food, the boys and loads of video games, it's like a party on wheels but soon after the fun dies out and you just want to live in a house instead of a bus for so damn long.
Luckily for me, it was my first time off 'work' in nearly 3 years. It doesn't really feel like work as normal people don't work for nearly 3 years without a break. But even though I'm in the comfort of my own home, It still don't feel right. I wonder if it ever will feel right if I'm being completely honest.
"As much as I love that you're finally home, you need a little bit of fresh air, son" mum moans at me, one of the things I don't miss being away from home; my mum constantly nagging me about nearly everything.
"I have no where to go!" I reply in an even more annoying tone. As much as I love my mother, I always feel the need to annoy her.
"Why don't you pay a visit to the new Cafe that opened a few weeks ago on the high street? I've heard they do a great Latte, your favourite" so suprisingly, I actually listen to my mum and drag myself up the stairs to my childhood and teenage bedroom to get myself changed and dressed appropriately to go to the Cafe.
I pull my hood up as high it will go to avoid being seen by the paps or a fan.
The Cafe isn't hard to find as there is a large sign outside a grand building saying 'Just opened! Come and try one of our hot drinks!' Once inside, a young waitress greets me at the door leading me to a table for one. While I wait for my Latte to arrive, I look around admiring my surrounding when my eyes catch a rather attractive girl with short brown hair. Her feautures go so well together, the complex of her skin and her make-up free face just adds the innocence to this girl. My order arrives and I sip on my just-about-right warm Latte, and I must say, my mother was right. The Latte is one of the best I've tasted!
By the time the mysterious, pretty female has made it to the counter as the que was quite long, I have my journal on the table and I only just realised what I was doing. I made a note of what she ordered. With a polite 'thank you' and a friendly smile, she made her way back to her seat to wait, she was going to take her drink out. After finishing my Latte and putting my journal back in my pocket, I make my way to the door. Just as I get up, the mysterious girl with her warm drink in her hand, hurries to the door, taking the same route as me, she bumps into me and decides that she wants me to wear her bloody drink instead of her drinking it!
"Would you watch where you're going?" I ask not caring if I sound like a rude idiot. She appologizes several times but I don't have time for her stupidity and her wrong hand-eye co ordination and curse her under my breathe as I pull my hood back up and walk out of the door, back into the busy streets of London.
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