"When you let me go," I trail on, "did it hurt?"
He smiles genuinely, "It did. It was the most painful thing I had to do but, I had to. I had to let you go."
There are a million places on earth I want to go to, to see, to memorize, to experience. But through the places I've been, there's still one place I always go back to.
Meeting him was an adventure, was a travel with an uncertain destination yet, it was the best ride I've ever been in.
Only, one day I'm just led to believe that those journeys never happened.
I woke up one day and time had left me. Fine details had been scratched, stories were rewritten, the writings on the wall painted over. . . and he never existed.
Then I found his letter and his necklace, then suddenly, we were back to where we were.
Harry Styles had it all. He was a record-selling artist who played on all the big arenas around the world. His shows were always sold out and he had the best fanbase. The only thing he didn't have was the one thing he wanted the most: freedom.
He had been discovered at age 16 and he had been too naive. He and his mom had signed a ten-year-long contract and they didn't understand then that they signed away his freedom. His management controlled almost everything. They refused to let him come out as gay. Instead, they made him look like a womanizer, forcing him to go on date after date with beautiful high profile women. Harry was so tired of it. He somehow managed to convince his manager to give him three months off.
He immediately packed his clothes and headed to his farmhouse in the north of England for some alone time. To his surprise the old couple that was his only neighbors had their grandson helping them out. A gorgeous blue-eyed man named Louis...
Purely fictional. Smutwarning!