Is It Fate? Or Is It Fake?

Who Is The Real Harry Styles?

***Harry's POV***

Well, it’s been two more days in my career and the Paparazzi haven't gotten any better... I'm really getting tired of this. I swear I can't take any more of it! Liam, Louis, Zayne, and Niall mind it a lot too, but for me? It’s even worse! I need to think of a way for them to not be able to notice me or SOMETHING because when I go to America in 2 weeks, it'll get even worse with all of those American Poparratzzi's.... But what? What could I do? People can't help BUT notice me, I mean come on! I'm part of One Direction! Let’s think here... Still no idea... Five minutes pass... I GOT IT! Disguises!! That’s perfect! All of us can get these really good disguises so nobody will know its us! And when we have to do the concerts, we just take the disguises off! Yes that’s perfect!  Now I just got to tell the guys and we can get them done tomorrow! But we'll have to make sure it’s absolutely private or the whole thing is over. I'll just call over a good friend of mine that does facial stuff to our house!! Yes this is going to work after all! Here I come America!

The next day, I called my mate Daniel to come over and make all of us totally new people.

"So do you really think this is gonna work?" I asked Daniel.

"Of course! I do it all the time! No one will be able to notice you!  But we are in a totally private area  right guys?"

"Yeah lad, no worries" Niall replied.

"All right then let’s get this show on the road! Harry, if you'll step right up please." A few hours later  Daniel was finished with me. He pulled out a little mirror for me to see myself. My heart was racing. 'What if it doesn't look any good? What if you can still tell who it is? What if I’m so ugly that no one will like me and want to stay away from me?' There was so many what--

"OH MY GOSH! THIS IS AMAZING! LOOK AT ME BOYS?!" My whole face seemed different from what it was. My cheeks were rearranged, along with my nose, but my eyes remained the same color as always. Brilliant green. And for my hair? It was pretty similar, but it was straightened instead of really curly which could change a few days time. But I would still look completely different. It was like I was wearing a mask!

"Wow mate you look a little different..." Louis said.

"Haha yeah just a little." I replied.

"Alright who's next?!" Daniel asked.

"Me!" Niall said.

"Alright step on up." After 20 more minutes of waiting, I decided I was just going to go upstairs for a walk through town without being Harry Styles for once. My name now was going to be Harry Andrew. Not too different but not suspicious enough for someone to pick up my disguise.

'Well, this'll be different. I wonder if it'll be good different or bad.. But I’m pretty sure its going to be good. No screaming fans charging at me to sign autographs or the crazy paparazzi trying to make me become a person I'm not.'

I grabbed my jacket and carefully checked for paparazzi. It would not be good if they saw a completely different person walked out of One Direction's house if it wasn't a member of One Direction. It’s not like they totally new which house I lived at, but they were getting closer and closer to figuring out our secret little hideout every day. Though, I’d say we have a very good location for secrecy. I looked up and down the street but no sign of them. I quickly ran out the front door and into the direction of the new modern day car I bought just to make sure that the paparazzi haven't memorized our license plate yet. I took the car and speeded over to one of the main parts of London to do some shopping and looking around.

I stopped the engine and walked out of the car. 'Man this town is beautiful. I'm so lucky to live here.' But my heart suddenly stopped when someone came running up to me.

"Hey! Did you hear? One Direction is going to America!" This little boy said to me.

'Whew, that was a close one. That...Freaked...Me...Out... Just act cool. Normal..'

"Yeah I did! Isn't that great! And you got to love that Harry Styles guy! The way he can sing?! It’s Incredible!" 'Haha got to make myself look good' I thought and smiled.

"Yeah he is! I love them all!" Then the boy sprinted off. Little kids here are always so friendly. I love it. Ahh.. I just wish that some of the women were real though. So many of the girlfriends I’ve dated in the past weren't real. They just liked me for my looks, fame, and money. Not the REAL me. I just wish a girl could look at me without automatically thinking 'Its Harry Styles from One Direction!' But obviously that can never happen because of who I am now. A pop star. I don't know about that word. It makes me think of stuck-up people. But me and my mates aren't stuck up. We just do it because it was our dream. And it still is. For all of us. I don't know. I guess with me? I just feel like some of the things that come in this whole "fame" package aren't what I thought they'd turn out to be. Maybe just having this disguise will clear my head. Allow me to figure out who I want to be. I know a couple things. I know I want to be someone that matters to people. And a famous singer. But with my personality? I guess it’s just been filled with so much fake stuff that the paparazzi put in, that I don't know who I am anymore. I need to find the REAL me again. But the question is how?