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[1] Carnival

The Diary Of Harry Styles

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There were three of them. Arizona, Chasa, and Cheyenne.

My name is Harry Edward Styles. I met Arizona awhile ago, but I didn't know she'd be the reason I cry at night. She changed my life in ways I can't explain. Good ways and bad ways. I part of me died after what happened. A part of me will always be dead.  I guess I should start with the beginning. It started with pain. It started with a carnival.

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DAY 1         Flying Hill, South Carolina

I had just got off the plane and landed in this big city on the coast. I had a beach house there. I went there for peace. I got to the house and changed into some shorts and a tanktop. I looked in the mirror before grabbing my wallet and heading out the door. I had seen a  carnival as I was driving into town. I decided to go ahead and walk down the beach to it, it wasn't that far away.

The beach was mostly empty. Everybody was probably at the carnival. I took this time to clear my head. So much had happened in the past year. Zayn had a baby, and him and Liam griped me out because I was 'distant'. It all really ended in a huge argument. I had been really depressed lately. Being deprived of my mates was eating me alive.

I hadn't been in touch with them since, only Niall. I visited him a couple times, but its awkward and quiet. We mostly just sit and look at each other the whole time. I haven't worked anywhere. I had been living off the bucks I made then. I was keeping to myself mostly. Declining pleas for autographs. I didn't want to be reminded of that time. I was trying to move on. Wasn't working.

I could now see the entrance to the carnival. I walked up the wood deck towards the entrance. It was truly beautiful here. The ocean. The white paint. Faint smell of popcorn.

"Five dollars please." said the middle-aged woman sitting at a table covered with a plastic tablecloth.

I handed her the bill I had pulled from my wallet. "Thanks, Love." I said as I walked into the festival.

It was filled with laughter, blinking lights, rides, and people. Alot of people.I was nervous I would be noticed. I just wanted to ride some rides and laugh a bit. Maybe even eat some cotton candy. I searched a bit for the ticket booth.

I found it, a red and white striped little cage.

"How much per ticket?' I asked

The wrinkled man in a tropical button up shirt answered. "10 cents, young feller.' A warm smile made me feel welcome.

I handed him 2 dollars. He handed me twenty yellow tickets out of a printer. "Thank you. Have a nice day, Sir."  I said before walking away.

I really didn't know what to do next. Until I saw The Green Machine. I went straight up and got at the end of the not-so-long line. A couple of teens were in line in front of me. They noticed me and i smiled, trying to not look paranoid. They looked away. I'm probably already forgotten.

A few girls got in line behind me. I turned around and they told me hello. It was starting to get dark, it was starting to look more like a carnival in the dark.The line was moving pretty quickly, probably because it was only like a one and a half minute long ride.

I got in the front and the people behind me were told only one more person and they were closing the ride. I heard groans from most of them as I climbed in the little box. I thought I was going to ride this alone, but a girl with long blonde and red hair climbed in after me.