50 Shades Of TOMMO - A 1D Fanfic

Chapter 1

It started with a kiss. Thats all it took. One simple kiss. A kiss that sparked true love between two young boys. A kiss that changed their lives. A kiss that brought the world crashing to its knees. Leaving them in the dust, swallowed within a whirlwind of hate. Nothing more than a kiss.

A kiss is a powerful thing you see. When used correctly a kiss can break the strongest spells, can heal the darkest evil. There is no such thing as a simple kiss. Kisses are complicated, and complex. But there is one thing one does not want to do.

Give a fake kiss.

Giving a fake kiss to someone, is the worst thing you can possibly do. Its quite cruel really. Giving a fake kiss is like saying i love you, and in the end it was all a lie. This kiss wasnt a fake.

This kiss was real.

"Can we fall- One more time- Stop the tape- And rewind" Harry was singing into his mic, center stage at Madison Square Garden. It was magnificent. Who would have thought he-his boys would have made it this far?

"Thats enough for today" A stout man came walking out from the rows of seats, and hopped up on stage, clipboard in hand. He scribbled something down as he said "Harry you're going to have to do better."

"W-what do you mean? I hit the right notes did i not?" Harry was unsure of the managers statement.

"That may be, but you were a little.. Oh gosh how can I put this.. Boring" The man grumbled. Harry opened his mouth as if he was going to speak but all that came out was a squeak when he was cut off. "You are the anchor for this band" the man went on. "Without you Harry, this band would be a flop, a boyband knockoff."

Harry cocked his head and looked at him shocked, squinting his eyes at the glare of the stage lights "You cant be serious? The boys are all amazingly talented."

"Dont fool yourself Harry" He was cut off again. "You know they dont have star potential."

"Well maybe if you let them show it!" Harry almost shouted.

"I have to go, i dont have time for this." The man placed his pencil behind his ear and started to walk off backstage.

"Maybe if you raised the volume on Niall's mic, or gave Louis more solos you'd see!" He screamed at the manager who had already fled backstage. "I'm not a star" Harry whispered to himself. "I'm nothing without them" He picked up his grey beanie and put it on his head, picked up his waterbottle and walked out of MSG through the stage exits.

He walked out, and was greeted by, of course, hundreds, if not thousands of screaming fans. It was annoying. Don't get him wrong, Harry loves his fans, but after the first screaming, hormonal girl, he'd had enough. It honestly puzzled him why they couldnt just treat him like a normal guy. He snapped.

"Will you all just shut the hell up!" He shouted very loudly, and clearly. Everyone had stopped. He looked around, into all of the mobile phones, whose camera's were recording his every move. Recording his last action. Harry looked around nervously and ran through the now silent crowd to a black van in the parking lot. He hopped in the back seat and looked out the side of his window.

Oddly enough there were no screaming fans chasing him. They all just stood there, staring in disbelief at what they had just heard from their idol. Harry broke down. He started to whimper, and tears rolled down his cheeks and over his soft pink lips. What the hell is wrong with me? He kept thinking to himself. He then felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, and through tear-blurred vision he saw Paul sitting in the front seat.

"Let's get you back to the hotel Harry" Paul said, sort of in a whisper volume "Its gonna be alright" He patted Harry on the shoulder, and turned back around in his seat, putting the key in the ignition, and starting the van, on their way back to their hotel.