Bombs Away

Chapter 3 - Buzzcut Man

Harry Styles' POV

My feet trace the woodwork of the bed frame in my new hotel room. I am lying down so that my head is where feet would normally go, so the flip side of where people are supposed to lay on beds. But that just shows how much I DON'T CARE. The lads and I finished another amazing, and utterly exhausting concert in New York, after an interview. It was a huge concert, as our Take Me Home Tour is finished, and in a few weeks, we started a new tour for Midnight Memories. The tour is called Where We Are. Sadly, I have no idea where I am. Besides that after the concert, we flew straight to Chicago for a couple of days for a show or two on August 29 and 30th. [A/N: I know this is in about thirty days, but just go with it ;) ]

All I know is that I am lonely. Lonely, tired, sad, and angry. Why? Many reasons. Fame is... Tiring. I love most of it, like the fans, the money to support my family and myself and to give back to the world, the comfort, and the fact that I get to live my dream and do what I love. Singing, and writing songs. A massive bonus is being with my four best mates, too.

You would think that I'm living the life. The life everyone wants. But, what most people don't understand, is that this lifestyle, saps a bit of your smile all the time. Hate, exhaustion, stress, pressure, and... Girls, are the cause of this. Yes, girls. They either hate you, or love you. Some are indifferent what happens to you, and maybe that hurts the most. When you find a girl that you like romantically in this life, here are your options:

-One night stand. Yes, I know. It can be bad, but really, it happens a lot more than you would think.

-Go for it, and she ends up just using you for your title, money, fame, and/or sex. Sneaky women like that, you'd better watch out for.

-Again, go for it, and she ends up leaving you because of the hate, or the loneliness she experiences when you leave for around the world all the time.

I must sound really ungrateful right now. It's not that I don't love what I do, it's that I hate what it takes away from my love life. I am seen as a womanizer when really, I rarely get anyone to stick around for more than a month, so I keep trying to find 'the one' and end up getting pinned as a man whore. It sucks.

"Haz?" An Irish voice makes me tilt my head so I am looking at the door upside down. Niall

comes into view, and he laughs when he sees me. I flip over onto my stomach and look at him properly.

"You've been pretty down, lately. Wanna talk about it?" He walks into the room and sits next to me on the bed, concerned.

"It's just the usual, Ni. Girls." I groan, putting my face in my hands.

"Ah. What's her name?" He chuckles.

Shaking my head, I chew on the inside of my cheek before answering. "No, no. It's not that. It's that there IS no girl. For me. I sound like a whiny baby-man but I'm just feeling lonely."

Niall inhales deeply and stares at the wall. "Guess it's that time of year, again."

I glance at him skeptically. "What do you mean?"

Niall looks at me and laughs. "You've never noticed? Wow, okay. Well, every year all of us single lads get really lonely about girls. Usually, that's you and me. The other's have pretty stable girlfriends, lucky bastards." He laughs fondly. "But, look at it this way. You and I, we get to have fun while we can! No strings attached, eh?" He winks at me and nudges my arm, and I laugh and push him away gently.

"I guess your right..." I think about it.

"Besides, not to have a big ego or anything, but girls are always coming at us, whether we like it or not. So, why not just have a fun little fling while it lasts?"