Love Me Harder (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

*** E! NEWS REPORT ***
Random reporter talking:
"Hello guys and welcome back to E News. Tonight we're taking you to a breaking news story coming to us from Los Angeles. Teenage heartthrob, Harry Styles 20, member of boyband 'One Direction' was spotted leaving a bar in Hollywood tonight while being escorted by what seems to be one of his security guards. Styles, clearly intoxicated and combative, was seen stumbling and tripping, hardly able to make the walk to his car without the help of somebody else. He seemed to feel threatened by the paparazzi outside of the club who were snapping photos of him and asking him why he was drunk. One source comments about Styles behavior, "Harry was barley able to walk out of the club because of how much alcohol he consumed, hence why his bodyguard was seen there helping him walk. Also, Styles was heard yelling and shouting profanities along with other derogatory statements towards the paparazzi and fans who 'were' graciously awaiting his exit from the club, only to be disappointed by his actions." Recently Styles has been a topic of interest in the media this past month because of his behavior on and off the stage. What seems to be the young lads problem? Women? We don't think so, what do you guys think is troubling young Harry now? It seems to be a mystery as of now, but we are waiting to see if anything more will come from Harry actions. What happened to the polite Harry we all used to know and love? Where did he go? Will he ever come back? We all hope so. Tune in for more information tomorrow at 7 P.M. Harry, the whole 1D fandom is here for you."
*End of Newscast*

HARRY'S POV:
Shit. Will the banging on the door and my head ever stop? Probably never at this point. I just want to take some Advil and fall back into a slumber where I can't feel a thing, not one. That would be the best bet as of now. I don't want to get up and see the bright and shining sun or the whole world who constantly feels the need to know my exact location and whereabouts at all times of the day and love to over analyze everything I do and make everything a huge deal when it never is. Which might I add, is annoying as fuck. So why get up? Staying in bed under my warm and cozy sheets and blankets all day and sleeping off this nasty hangover would be ideal, but I know that will never happen. Just as I was about to lay my head back onto my comfy, white pillow another loud knock was heard at my door.
"Harry, get your ass out of bed now!"
Awesome. Paul's here, at Lou and I's flat, which were currently renting while we spend our break in LA. He never comes here unless he's here to pick us up, so if he's here, inside our flat, something must be up.
"Ugh. Give me a sec Paul." I yelled hoping Paul would hear me clearly as I slowly threw my legs over the one side of my bed and planted my feet on the ground. I trudged over to my closet and threw on a pair of joggers and took a t-shirt from my drawer, pulled it on and made my way over to my door. I gently opened the door only to be faced with a very angry Paul. Oh god. What did I do? What happened last night? I don't even remember.
"Good morning to you too, Harry. Have a fun night?" Paul questioned as he threw at least 10 different magazines at me with my picture plastered across the front of all of them. One of the magazines catching my eye;
"Harry Styles: Drunk and at it again."
And the memories of last night come flashing back in an instant.

*Hey guys I'm going to try to write again. I haven't wrote for a while but it feels like the right time to start again. So I hope you like it! Enjoy!