The Shooting Star

*Author Note*

Hi :)

So, I'm new on Wattpad, and my friend @arialuv1D teached me how to make a good presentation.

My name is Karine, I'm 16 and I'm from a land full of Zayn Malik's everywhere ALL TO MY OWN SELF MWAHAHAHAHA.

Just kidding :')

I'm weird, just like my friend. (she's writing all of this right now)

As you got it, my favorite in 1D, a band I love a lot, is Zayn Fucking Malik, not only because he's hot as hell, but also because of his big heart. ♥

Anyway, here's a story I was already writing at Skyrock.com, and that I'm translating in english here. 

Hope you'll enjoy it! :)

Karine ♥

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The music paraded. The furious rythm was following. The singers were having fun. The fans were thrilled. The ambiance was in the place, never this group gave themselves to the maximum at this moment. He wanted to show all the power he got, he wanted to give everything he had during this last show.

His name. One Direction.

The members. Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Harry Styles.

The beat of Live While We're Young covered Rod Laver Arena's audience, was covering the heart of the thousands of young girls who were assisting the show. Nobody would have ever doubt that something was wrong with one of the band members. Nobody would have ever doubt that he was putting on an act, that he was hiding a big secret behind the wall he formed to himself. Nevertheless, he was playing his act well, but unfortunately for him, somebody was watching him, somebody knew. That somebody was watching his slightest actions, that somebody knew every little thing about him, nothing could slipped out from him. That somebody knew very well the reasons of those adrupt changes and know very well how to put an end to it.

It's when we think that everything is over, that we have given up hope that we let fate take over our person that it appears. For better or for worse.

Harry. His name was Harry. Harry Styles. Tall, green eyes, curly hair. Only to this definition, we suspected he did not leave the young girls apathetic. All the boys on this planet would have dreamed to have a body that perfect, would have dreamed to charm as easily this particular girl who was making their hearts beat as he does. They would've love to have his down-to-earth side; or rather, they would have liked something they do not want to show, to be fair. Depression. Such a small word, for suck big consequences. Harry didn't want to admit it to himself, he prefered to say that he was going through a bad pass, but on the contrary : he was what he would've never want to say or even think. He was about to tumble down.

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The show was over, the fans were never that under the adrenaline at that moment. They all wanted to make a good impression. Exactly like him. Niall Horan said his last words to the crowd, thanking them for everything they have done to them. Harry, for himself, was looking around the crowd, with a nice, but sad smile in the corner of his pink lips. He knew very well he had those kind of fans. Those kind of fans who only wanted him to be happy, who would go with pleasure punch in the face whoever would dare to insult their idol. He knew it, because they were already doing it. Unfortunately, it was never enough to stop, there was always some that was passing through. Despite this, he knew he owed everything to them. They were here for him.