"If this is what love feels like, why does it hurt so much?"
A girl suddenly has all the spotlight on her. Can she stay true to herself? Will she be able to deal with all the stress that comes with being famous? What happens when a guy from a popula...
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January 2016: Harry POV:
I'm so fucking angry. Angry at Princess. Angry at myself. I'm just angry and lonely.
The band went on a hiatus for "18 months" but I know it will be longer. I can't find myself going back to London because it doesn't seem right.
Everyone keeps saying this hiatus is good but I doubt it. What if I won't be as successful as I was in the band? What if everyone will stop caring and forget about me. Change is terrifying.
Even worse I don't have Princess to get through this with me. She would listen and understand but she's not.
The last time I talked to her I put on a fake smile and talked to her about nonsense because I was a Pussy and couldn't tell my friends about us not being friends.
I don't even know why I was at that party maybe just because I was bored. Just like today. I'm at another one of these " celebrities parties"
And of fucking course Princess is here. She's in this tight little dress showing of all her curves. Everybody is staring at her with lust it makes my blood boil. No one deserves her.
She's been drinking. I can tell. She's all giggly in the middle of the dance floor with some rapper dude who I couldn't care less to learn his name.
He's touching her hips and grinding on her. I can tell she's drunk because sober Princess would never let this happen. And he's taking advantage of her drunken state. Disgusting.
I can't even watch. I feel like I'm going to be sick. So I quickly turn around and start a conversation with Jeff.
"Hey, isn't that Princess" he drunkenly says. I'm not in the mood to drink so I decided to stay sober.
"Yeah it is" I say not really wanting to talk to her.
"That guy is all over your girl, better go get her" he says while pushing my shoulder and laughing.
"She's not my girl" I say a little too harshly and walk away.
I can't do this. Every where I go it always leads back to Princess. I can't get her out of my head.
I wonder what she's thinking. Does she miss me? Is she doing better? Does she regret anything?
Fuck it. I can't take this anymore. I can't pretend that I don't have feelings for her anymore. I can't pretend like I don't care. Because I do. A lot. I don't care if she doesn't feel the same way. I just have to be with her. I have to make sure she's okay. I have to make sure she doesn't go down into a dark path.
I walk up to her "Excuse me" I try to get her attention. She ignores me. "Princess" I tap her on her shoulder.
She stops dancing and looks at me. I couldn't of swore I say hurt flash in her eyes before she quickly goes blank. That's the thing about Princess. She's good at hiding her emotion when she wants to.
"Can I talk to you please?" I plead almost desperately.
"Um sure, hey I'll be right back" she touches the guy on his shoulder and that simple act makes me even angrier.
When we make it outside by the back in case any paparazzi are lurking around, I fully turn to her.
"What are you doing?" It comes out almost immediately.
"What? I'm just dancing" she scoffs
"Princess you're drunk"
"So? Am I not aloud to have fun?" She crosses her arms
"You being drunk off your ass with some random dude is not fun" I can't help but let my jealousy come out.
She laughs, not a genuine laugh, a sarcastic laugh. "God forbid I hang out and talk to anyone else except for mr Harry Styles"
"That's not what this is about" I lie
"Yes it is! You're jealous I was with him. You didn't see me say anything when all those girls are all over you" she screams
"You have not right to say that! You're the one who walked away!" I scream back.
"You're delusional! I'm not the one bringing you outside a club to lecture about drinking" she looks like she's fully sober now.
"I'm helping you! That guy was taking advantage of your drunken state!" I scream. Right when I said that I could see I pushed her.
She walks up to me puts her pointer finger on my chest and says "Take advantage of me? You think that's what's happening? No, he's my friend! But i don't think you know what that means because whenever I tell you I want to be friends, you always want more! Not everyone wants to get in my fucking pants Harry! And trust me I know the first thing about people taking advantage of me. So don't you fucking dare say that ever again. I know what I'm doing. Im old enough to take care of myself instead of a fucking man!" She forcefully says and walks away.
I'm in complete shock. I didn't expect for my words to effect her so much.
She was angry. Very angry. I pushed a button that I shouldn't have.
And now I lost her. Every fucking time I try something it always blows up in my face.
I just wanted her back and we ended up arguing.
It's all my fucking fault. I push and push all the time. I can't take no for an answer.
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Yayyy! Finally! My hand is fully recovered.
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