How to get тнroυgн тнe darĸ- When there isn't any light.

Less than average...

Harrys POV!!!!!

Let's just say I'm not your average guy.

Most people look at me and think I'm invincible. From every tattoo I have to my muscular, tall, and somewhat bulky form I have- they all seem to think I'm this untouchable rock star.

But in reality I just wanna go back to being my old "cupcake" self.

You'd think with age comes durability in angry words thrown at you and strength multiplying like your twitter feed- especially when your famous.

But they're wrong.

If anything, I've entered a more fragile state of mind.

Though my physical looks and verbal out loud thoughts may seem like I'm superficial and overall flawless....

You've clearly got it all wrong.

Being the kind of person I am, I don't take peoples crap.

I can take suggestive criticism... I can definitely take helpful critiques... But people joking about wanting me dead and others being completely serious while tweeting foul language to the band, my family and myself- is not something you just "get used to" or let go.

I don't understand why people do the things I do...

Heck.

I seldom understand the things I say or do.

This fame thing has been more than beneficial to everyone I love and myself as well.

But it's practically stomped over and crushed my confidence like glass shattering in the wind-

Spewing little pieces of dignity and pride all over the ground.

And whom, other than me, myself and I, are to pick up these pieces?

None other than Brooke.

I love the way she talks to me. She can call me baby and make me feel like in the oldest, most important person in the world in one sentence.

She has undoubtedly fallen hopelessly head first in love with me.

And maybe I, her.

Whether that is true or not lies in the matter of if I can learn to accept myself, first.

I need her in my life.... I really do.

But it's so much easier to cast your gaze onto something far away and push everyone just as far.

That way you don't need to tirelessly explain and continuously lie about yourself being "ok" or "fine". It wouldn't hurt so damn bad to say "nothing's wrong" if nothing actually was wrong.

I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.

But I think I love her.

And that might just be the motivation I need to get up and continue in this life style.

I was given a chance and I made my choice.

So why are these blinding lights so much brighter than I expected?

I just need answers.

If only I could bare to ask the questions.

With Brooke, I can cope.... But that doesn't mean I like it......

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"Hey... You wanna meet me today? After workouts on Fridays.... We always go to eat...we- we always... You wanna go shopping and stuff?" I ask her.