Harry’s P.O.V
I definitely don’t think I will regret this. Sure management orders the least contact with our fans as much as possible. It’s not because they don’t want us to interact and to talk to ours fans but if the paparazzi sees extra attention to a fan and not another, the tabloids will burst into headlines about how we “prefer” some fans more than others or how we talk to “the pretty ones”. Whatever we do, the media tries to change it into something ugly, even though I wouldn’t believe that our fans believe that shit. They are too smart to take notice of what the media says about us.
And maybe yeah sometimes management is too controlling over us but that’s because they need to protect us from making stupid mistakes that could turn into an ugly story. We are teens and still normal people and everyone makes mistakes. So they are here to stop us when things start to go wrong. It might seem too much sometimes, and sometimes it is but that’s how it has to be unfortunately and we have to obey their orders.
But the most annoying thing that they make us do is pretend to date someone else when we really don’t want to. UGH I utterly hate it. I can’t stand the fact that you have to pretend to be in love with someone when you’re really not. I accept that they tell us not to go somewhere to avoid paparazzi or to not get drunk at parties, I understand that and I respect their decisions.
But love, love is something completely different. You can’t mess with love…or better yet, you SHOULDN’T mess with it. Love is the most sensitive thing in the world and it involves another person’s heart as well as yours. And hearts are delicate and once they’re broken, they will never fall back into place. Sure it will heal but the mark is still there, right?
Imagine you have a perfect cutout of a heart made of cloth. Then someone comes with the biggest pair of scissors ever, takes that heart out of your hand and cuts it into a million pieces. But you love the heart so much that you want it back. So you take a needle and thread and you sew the pieces back together. You have your heart back right? But look at the stitches it has now. It’s not as beautiful as in once was and with the slightest stretch, the stitches will start breaking again.
I’m a hopeless romantic, I know. But I can’t help it. My mum taught me to never play with anyone’s heart, and I follow her words like religion.
So anyway, it’s not like management can see who I talk to on Twitter right? I’m tired of being alone. Yes I have the boys and all, but we are all so busy all the time with touring and rehearsals and recordings and signing and other stuff. And when we had some time off, we all go to see our families and friends, so we separate. There isn’t really any more “hanging out” time and I miss that.
Not that I don’t love the boys, hell they’re my life. And I love tours and stuff but sometimes a little something different would be could, you know, too take your mind off of things a bit.
So I decided to talk to someone from the other world. I’m not just gonna pick some random person. So since it was my birthday, I had the day off, obviously the boys benefitted from it too. We hung out at our flat for a while then we all drifted off as Zany went to meet with his girlfriend, along with Liam. And Niall wanted to hang out with his brother because he was in town from work and wanted to spend some quality time.
I went on Twitter and saw how amazing our fans are. They were trending a hash tag wishing me happy birthday. I wrote a thank you tweet and sent some love and after like three minutes, a new hash tag about me was trending #HarryIsOnline. Wow these girls work fast.
As I was scrolling, I noticed something unusual. Their usernames where all changed to Harry and something. I laughed as I saw the many, many and I do mean MANY nicknames they came up with for me.
Harrytheseal What? Why?
Hairlylocks funny
Harryswalrus
These girls are hilarious
Harryandcurls
Thecurlyheadedone
Of course…
Harryfrenzy
MarryHarry
How do they come out with these, I smiled lightly thinking about how we have the best fans one could ever have as I continued scrolling down the page when something caught my eye.
Hazza the Bear
That is just…I … awwhhhhhh :3
That has to be the cutest thing anyone has ever called me. Not even my mum could come up with that. I felt a grin forming on my lips and I just thought… I couldn’t let this go unnoticed. If this person wrote a nickname that cute…they must have a cute personality. I clicked the profile and tweeted with a
“Quite an original username for me babe ;)”
And I got a reply pretty quickly
“Trying my best for “your” birthday”
Why were there quotes with your. This is a strange one…but I like it. I like people who are different than others. I want someone to treat me for who I am not just because my surname is Styles. I decided to take this further so I DMed this person with a simple
“Hey”
Don’t wanna freak them out now right? Although I didn’t think I would get a reply. Actually I did but I assumed it would be a bunch of letters and questions. But to my surprise, I got an answer back. I think this could be the start of a…something. Yes I know, you’re a dreamer harry. I get that a lot.
But the rest of the conversation went pretty well. There were no awkward pauses and it was all smooth and fun. I don’t remember the last time I had such a normal conversation with someone else. We talked as if we have known each other for ages and it was pretty fun, this person was seriously funny without even trying.
Sadly it didn’t last long because I had to go to stupid rehearsals. Usually I loved going but this time I just wanted to keep talking and laughing and just not having to think about doing the perfect dance move or hitting the highest note. But that’s not how it goes so I said my goodbyes and left.
And now here I am, at 3.22 in the morning, on my phone, with the Twitter application open, in my inbox, looking at the conversation I had earlier today, re-reading the messages we sent to each other. The room was dark and the only source of light was my phone. My bedroom door was open, as it always was every night. Yeah I was scared of the dark and I’m ashamed about it. But the boys knew so I had no problem with it at our home.
Suddenly I see a figure passing slowly by and I crept under the sheets to hide myself. My stopped breathing as I tried to make no sound so that I won’t bring attention to myself. I quickly hid the phone under my body so shut the light out. The figure stopped by the door. My body was shaking and I was already feeling sweating coming out of my forehead. I closed my eyes in fear and I could feel the tears ready to fall from my eyes as I thought of what could happen to me and how did the boys hear nothing. Then I heard a
“Switch off your phone and go to sleep Styles. We have an interview tomorrow” a voice said as it kept on walking to the bathroom
“Shit Liam you scared the hell out of me” I sighed in relief when I realized it was just Liam.
But how can I go to sleep when all I can think about is this conversation and how I can’t wait for the next time I have the chance to talk to this amazing girl.
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