Prejudice (h.s) [UNEDITED]

thirty seven : "love yourself."

Things weren't going as smoothly as they all predicted. The interviews that they confirmed for were all tied up in a tight schedule, but there were offers left and right for guestings and all that. They had to squeeze into the already-packed schedule they had and it was exhausting.

They had zero break, you can easily tell that everyone's adjusting pretty roughly. Especially Harry.

Harry had no time to deal with his music and his album. Given that his album was still selling pretty well and it was critically acclaimed, it frustrates him to the core when he feels like he isn't doing much for it. He feels like he's taking it for granted, he is pushing himself to unbelievable boundaries.

Ever since he dipped his foot into the world of the music industry, being a competitor in a reality show, to his boyband days and now that he's a solo artist; he never felt the need to stop working on himself. He was always on the journey to improve and put out the most perfect music he could make to the public.

He wanted to give the fans what they paid for, it was the least he could do for the people who loved him and supported him endlessly. He cared so dearly for his fans, they saved him. So when thoughts of disappointing them kicks in, it messes him up.

He was a hard-worker for sure, but this time, he feels like he isn't doing enough. He feels ungrateful.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His trail of thoughts were cut off when he hears an ever-so familiar voice from behind him. He lets out a laugh before flashing a smile towards her, the smile was quite smaller though, it wasn't the wide grin Harry always sported and Serena noticed that. "Where's the penny?" He jokes, the two shared a brief laugh before Serena sat on the stool beside his.

"Is everything okay?" He nods at her question, a little too quickly if you ask her, there definitely was something off. "Are you getting enough rest?" Harry was a bad liar, he can't even answer her question.

"You've been working hard lately, I think you deserve to get some rest, Harry." She states, her hand patting his back as if to tell him he has done enough. "I just... I can't stop. I feel like I'm not working hard enough, I have all these people supporting me and I'm not giving them what they deserve."

Serena frowns at his words. "Those people love you for you. Your quirks, your talent, your skills; all of you, and I'm sure they would love it if you take care of yourself more." Harry sighs, his chest was feeling awfully heavy lately, he's been under constant pressure from his team, his job— most especially, himself.

All of a sudden, she stands up and places her arm around his shoulders, humming a familiar tune that has once became his favorite song.

"And if you like the way, you look that much, oh baby, you should go and love yourself."

That was enough to convince him.