harry could see it, even from the stage, even with the commotion coming from the fans, even with pounding echoes of the instruments bouncing off the walls, harry predicted that something was wrong with you:harry was spot on.
you knew you probably should've stayed backstage but stubborn little you really wanted to experience the show from the perspective of a fan, however, you didn't expect criticism from fourteen year old "fans" who called you ugly and perfectly wrong for harry styles.
you'd always struggled with finding yourself beautiful since the kids in school always told you that you weren't. they told you that you were the ugliest girl in the universe.
fans saying those things about you retraced an overwhelming flashback, one that wouldn't leave your mind for weeks on end.
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Fanficbasically what the title reads. requests will be taken.