Silence

Silence

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The media viewed him as a different person. He had a bad reputation, and it was all because of the false theories the magazines showed to everyone. Harry Styles was nowhere near that at all. He was the sweetest 20 year old boy anyone could ask for. He was a normal guy who loved his mum more than any other girl. Harry had so many judge mental people crossing through his precious mind. The people had doubt in him, and they were just waiting for him to crash and burn. They called him ugly, and they sent him death threats online. He couldn't do a thing about it. Management shut him up to prevent him from making a scene. He was forbidden to speak up for himself, which is actually quite tragic. Everyone believed all the rumors that were spread. They called him names and insulted him. Harry didn't have a clue because they did it behind his back. There are some schools with different types of people. Outcasts, rebels, quiet ones, mean ones, and anyone who dares to be something different. The different ones don't fit in with the crowd, and they're always known as the weird ones. They're being judged by being fat, ugly, stupid, weird, or gross. The sad thing is that it isn't true. Those kids sometimes secretly have scars on their wrists, thighs, or stomachs because of the other people. They push the different kids down, and it lowers self-esteem. Sometimes, those different kids depended on Harry. He was the only thing that kept them going. Harry was the only source of positivity in those kids' lives. Those different darers stood up for him when no one else did. They spoke the truth about him, yet no one believed them because those kids were outspoken. Harry was also misjudged. In some way, we're all mistreated. We get rumored about, and we have labels on our backs that we can't erase. Harry is another one of us; he's outspoken and he can't do anything about it.
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( DO NOT OPEN THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST ONE WHICH IS CALLED 'THE BLIND KID') (COVER BY @inkedtattoos :-)) " Can you take a picture with me, Harry? " I ask. I touch his arm, but he jerks away. I hadn't seen him in person in forever. I back up. His lips curl into a smirk, Ray Bans in his hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. " I'm sorta busy, " He spits, starting to walk away. I grab onto his arm again and he angrily turns around, throwing his arms in the air. " I have to go! Leave me the hell alone. You can get a picture later, " He shouts. The anger in his tone was apparent and his teeth were clenched together. I almost whimper, when he freezes. He was acting ridiculous. The sad thing was that this has been happening a lot. Everything was fine and then he started having sudden mood swings and then comes along him being rude to fans. ' Harry styles rude to fans ' made the cover of every newspaper and magazine in the world. He was screwed. He later earned respect back from people, when the whole thing blew over. I could tell he was relieved to say the least, but his ego has gotten bigger and bigger, just as his popularity grew; One directions popularity. " You sound familiar, " He whispers, gripping the bottle of scotch. I was scared it might break. " Do I know you? " He ask. I nod my head to myself, but don't say anything. He didn't need to know. I didn't want him to know. I hated that he was acting like this. The Harry I knew would never do this. I could feel a tear fall down my cheek and I turn to walk away. The air smells odd and the blinking lights twinkle in the distant. I keep walking even when I hear his voice calling for me. " Wait! Come back! " He yells. I keep walking.

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