Afflicted (Harry Styles) [book 1 in FAME]

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Harry's POV

I groaned, picking up my now broken phone with the utmost care. A large crack started in the middle top and worked it's way down, splitting into smaller cracks. Despite the silver cracks running along the screen jaggedly, the screen was completely black. I knew from the amount of damage done to the phone that it was broken. No doubt I would have to order a new one.

However it was the third phone I'd broken this month. Ordering new phones was beginning to be a little bit expensive. I set the phone down on the coffee table and picked up my silver laptop.

Within minutes I was on the Internet and already ordering a phone from my phone service. After choosing the same one –couldn't really bother with picking out a new one when the old design was just fine– I filled in all the correct information and bought it. In just a few days, I would have my phone again.

Instead of closing the laptop after buying my phone, I decided to surf the internet a bit—starting with twitter.

I scrolled through my home page, favoriting a few tweets here and there from a couple of fans. I tweeted once, and had moved to check my mentions. It was the usual, “follow me, harry”, “i love you harry, please follow me or rt me”, even “have my kids and marry me please”. A quarter of the tweets didn't even make sense to me.

I had moved to log out when a particular tweet caught my interest. Mainly because it had her tagged in it.

“i really like @SofiaAdamsOfficial s new song, painted. You should really listen to it @Harry_Styles”

I frowned. Sofia had a song released already?

I clicked on her name, and watched as my computer loaded her Twitter profile. I read her latest tweets, my frown deepening with each one.

“I'll be on The Lindsay Show at 11 AM GMT! Don't forget to watch guys, it'll be interesting ;)”

“Bought a new kitty. He's a calico, attention-loving, spoiled kitty. Meet sammy! pic.twitter.com/Ldl4we78”

“@ilurve1dee: Harry and I have busy lives, that's all. He's in the UK and I'm in LA. Nothing more than that.”

“@taliamalia: Aw, you're so sweet, of course I’ll follow you!<3”

The tweet after that was the very tweet that I hated, and didn't even want to look at again. None of her tweets were about her leaked song. Maybe Management didn't want her to say anything about it yet?

I quickly typed in YouTube's web address. When it loaded, I typed in “Sofia Adams, Painted”. No more than five videos of lyrics and audio came up. The rest of the videos were pointless to watch; they all directed you to a spam website. I clicked the first video and sat back, my eyes fixed on the screen.

No sooner had I played did I hear Sofia's voice, only it wasn't a typical upbeat song. The melody was slow-moving and was the sound of a piano and violins.

There's a girl I once knew. She was so beautiful, held back reserved and quiet. She said she was fine, but I didn't quite buy it

She says she's an artist of a secret, fine art. It's a very quick process, she only needs two parts. Just a metal, only one, a little bit of pressure, and her canvas is done.

Then her wrists are painted, done with the sharpest brush. A beautiful red color, the blank canvas is soon mush.

The floor filled with left over paint... she is becoming less, and less a saint.