HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Merely a month HS

Something...else, I don't know if I like it actually. It may be a one time thing to write from this perspective, who knows. Enjoy xx

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Drained. 

Completely drained of all energy, left from any kind of charismatic glow that he usually had around himself. Harry felt and looked a worn out man. He felt like every bone in his body would hurt, every muscle sting and he sure moved like it. After the concerts he never stayed on stage, disappearing backstage as quickly as possible, collapsing on a couch, chair, maybe even the ground when there was nothing he could sit on. If he hadn't placed his guitar on it's rightful stand back on stage, he'd have his fingers clutched tightly around it as if he was afraid to led go. It was truly devastating to watch, for everyone on the team. Heart-breaking how such a happy, wonderful man could turn into a wreck like he did, and they couldn't even tell why. 

Helen had asked him, right after taking a more or less neutral picture of him. It wasn't glamorous enough to be published somewhere on his Instagram account, but it was well worth for the memories. He had just shot her a look, turning away with a shrug. 

"Don't know what ye're talking 'bout Hel. M'fine." He'd just ushered, slowly walking towards his campus. And Helen hadn't dared to ask a second time. 

Mitch had tried it as well, subtler than Helen did though. He had just carefully asked him if he'd join for a drink somewhere. Usually Harry would've be on it, not thinking twice about it, but this time he refused. Politely but still firm. And as Mitch asked why, he had just explained that he felt tired from the show and only craved a shower and his bed. And maybe a cup of tea. Mitch as well hadn't dared to ask a second time. Molly and Stu had caught on his weird mood as well – obviously they did. Stu had compared Harry to a blown out candle and Mitch had immediately scoffed and shove him off. 

"He's not blown out, Christ's sake." He had mumbled to Harry's defence before sinking back into silence again, trying to remember when Harry had started with his weird behaviour, not long ago. Mitch remembered well how Harry had been at the first few concerts of his second tour. Maybe it had had something to with his mom Anne and his sister taking part and traveling with them for maybe a week. 

He had been like the sun, golden, smiley and so warm. He had been motivated, chatted with fans even more often and filled the day with his stupid remarks. A day before Anne and Gemma said goodbye in Copenhagen one of his best friends had joined them as well. Lovely little thing, Mitch remembered her quite well. They had hit it off perfectly from the very beginning and Harry had been more than happy about that. Fitted well into the group she had, a little witty a little sneaky but with a golden heart. 

Harry and her had known each other from back in school, when he still had been in this little band of his. Harry had told many times how he'd taught her how to play the guitar. It had been an evening filled with laughter, as the two of them squabbled about her talent to play the guitar. She had never really managed it to actually play it, something that seemed to amuse Harry to no end. Many evenings had been like this, so easy and just fun. Some of them they had spent in the bus, others under stars around a fire chatting for hours. The latter had often resulted in Harry having his best friends head resting on his thighs, falling into a light slumber. Sometimes it had also been the other way around, Harry's head resting on her lap. Yes, back then he had been happy, only maybe three weeks ago. 

But when had it started? Mitch carefully turned his glass in his hand. It hadn't started right after she had left, it had started earlier. Maybe three days before she actually did leave he had started to act different. He had started off with going to bed early, ignoring the mockery with an unimpressed, unresponsive shrug, even though he had usually hit back immediately. Had been quite competitive the lad, just not anymore. When she had been there, she had always accompanied him back into the camper. Harry had insisted on arranging her bed in his tour bus, so she had spent the night with him anyways. She had often managed it to pull him out of that hole he seemed to slip into, but she had never talked about it with the rest of the crew.