The Gay YouTuber (hiatus)

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February 15, 2014

Harry Styles.

Where to even begin with the twenty-one year old? He doesn't exactly appreciate people knowing of his life, but life just does not always give the slightest shit about his feelings. Some people just aren't used to things not going there way in the slightly younger generation. It seems that young children carrying around iPhones and iPad minis is the new norm. Yes, it's all so very tragic, but what exactly can Harry do about? His self-esteem levels used to be so low that he made the decision to not be verbal with people. Of course, that was years ago, and he's got way too much confidence now, so he's nothing more than a selectivity mute bastard with absolutely no regard for any other human being's feelings.

This isn't even the bad part about darling Harry. This hardly even begins to scrape the surface of the man that is Harry Edward Styles. The real problem is that he's just so damn good-looking. It's ridiculous considering his utterly deplorable attitude, but Harry likes to believe that it works in his favor.

But how can you refuse such luxurious brown hair that has been allowed to grow out? It flows from his scalp in a gorgeous mixture of curls and waves. Those green eyes of his aren't just green, but also a mixture of blue and the subtlest shade of gray. They change according to his mood when he wakes up, and even then the change isn't that significant.

It's really the little things that creates a person; the little quirks and things that they do. Like, for example, when Harry displays the rude persona of his just to look tough, you can just barely notice an action done quite often without people really even paying it any mind.

Lip biting.

Harry doesn't even realise it himself, leaving his only sign of weakness exposed for the world to see. Also, when upset, his left foot hits the ground annoyingly at a rate of fifty-five taps per minute. It's ironic how he has such annoying habits, yet feels that everything the human population, save for his ever-so-lovely grandparents on his mother's side, are the most annoying humans on the face of the earth.

Which is why he needs somebody to show him that having a life that you hate just is not a life that is worth living.

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"H, my boy, have you finished getting settled into your room?" questions Grandpa Cox from where he is in the dining room, emailing a friend of his who works for a fairly important company. He looks to at his grandson, acting like a mirror into the future for Harry himself.

Harry runs his ring-clad fingers through his feathery soft hair. He sends a curt nod to his grandfather, eyes watching as the elder's face brightens. Oh, how he loves his set of grandparents on his mother's side. They're so understanding and act much younger than what they really are, and that's what really helps Harry find interest in them.

"That's great! Sorry to say that there isn't much to do in this neighborhood, as all houses but one are occupied with lazy seniors, and I don't mean in school. You'd have to walk quite a distance away, and I almost never leave the house, so..." speaks Grandpa Cox with a chuckle, sending the email. Harry nods, arms and hands motioning a string of words.

"What do you mean all houses but one have people in your age group residing there?"  Harry then mentally face-palms because how is his grandfather supposed to understand what he's saying?

"I mean that there are these two nice boys sharing a house together with the cutest little puppy just a few houses down. Also, one of them taught me sign language after I mentioned that you didn't speak."

"So, you're saying that there are actually people around my age here?"

"They're both younger, but yes, you aren't the only person under fifty." Grandpa Cox rises to his dinosaur slipper-clad feet—a Christmas present that is obviously from Niall—and walks into the kitchen, motioning for his grandchild to follow behind him. Harry follows him without hesitation, hair falling back into his face as he leans against the center island. "Such nice boys those two are. Actually, I think I could see you with Niall..." Harry shakes his head furiously, but his grandfather's phone appears out of what seems like thin air and his bony fingers move surprisingly fast as he types out a message to Niall.