two hearts in one home, wherever i go you bring me home

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Alec with a C. If Harry could have an alter ego, his name would be Alec. He would unabashedly wear pink nail polish and drink Cosmopolitans all through the night. He would never be caught dead without lip gloss on and would be approachable, yet dignified. He wouldn't need money, though he would have it. He wouldn't need a job, though he would have one. He would be Alec Martin, not Harry Styles.

The wild fame was too much for him more than he liked to admit. The media always hounding him wanting to find some small spark with which to create their next gossip story. The rabid fans who found his personal information and went too far. The fake circles of ladder climbers who cared more about their social status than Harry's feelings. He was sick of it all and had been sick of it all for ages. He couldn't walk the streets like a normal person but he couldn't bring himself to hang around his so-called friends anymore. The only thing he could bear was the sex girls gave him. Emotionless besides his moans, Harry went through women like an addict goes through bottles. He never felt anything for any of them, even when he would come.

He had always wondered what it would be like to give up the rock star life. Give up the fame and the exposure. Would he feel any different? Or has he been too fucked up for too long that nothing would help?

The high-pitched shrill startled Harry. The girl riding him was making the annoying noise. He grunted and sat up, pushing her off of him. She pouted, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"I was almost finished."

Harry licked his lips. "You took too long," he said in a raspy voice.

She huffed and crawled out of his bed, sliding on her dress and shoes before scurrying out of the room.

Harry sighed and pushed his curly mop of hair off his face. She was definitely gorgeous, but so was the last girl and the girl before. He would always have gorgeous girls because he was a rock star. Rockstars always get the lookers.

After a few moments, he climbed out of bed, slid a pair of joggers onto his bare legs, and walked to the kitchen.

"What happened this time?" Niall questioned. He was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the counter next to the stove.

Harry shrugged at Niall's back. Clearing his throat, he answered. "'Dunno, man."

Niall turned around to face Harry, taking a big bite out of the sandwich, basically eating half of it in one go. "You'll come to the club with us tonight, right?"

"I guess. I'll have the tour bus pick me up straight from there," Harry shrugged again. He only goes to the club nowadays to get drunk and forget his problems. He was on a short break from his second worldwide tour, but he had a show in three days in New York. The bus was leaving tonight so Harry and his team would get to the city two days early, just enough time for his scheduled TV and radio appearances scattered around the city.

Niall shuffled out of the kitchen, grabbing the back of Harry's neck and pulling it closer to kiss his temple. Harry giggled and pushed Niall's face away with his whole hand. "You smell like shit, H. And that girl that ran out of here was proper cute."

Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. "No, she was hot. There's a big difference between cute and hot. Besides, when's the last time you were with a girl, mate?" Harry meant to tease Niall with his comment, but he immediately regretted it after Niall's pink face dropped to the ground.

"Shit, Niall, I-I didn't mean it malicious. I didn't mean it like that."

Niall flicked his eyes up, keeping his head facing down. He rubbed his neck with his left hand, still holding his sandwich in the right. "No, it's all good. No worries. It was a long time ago and I'm over it."