Sailing Away

Harry Styles, he's lonely, extremely lonely. He has close friends with whom he can go too, he's close with his family, but at the end of the night when he's going to bed-there is no one there with him. There is not a pet even in the house to keep him company; his life couldn't allow something to exist while out for long periods of time. He couldn't allow himself to abandon it. He'd love it too much-it'll just break his heart if he found himself leaving it. This loneliness and heartbreak aches within his bones, it pops and cracks at every step in his house as he walks through the halls.

He loves love, he couldn't possibly exist without it. He has family, friends, and extremely supportive fans that adore and love him with every whim in their bodies, but yet with all of this love and support why can't he be content with it? Why does he still feel that in a crowded room, he's still alone?

He's allowed people to enter his life and see him for who he is-the person he's grown to admire in the mirror, but the select few that have entered have left. They've seen him and they don't like it after a while. Is it him? Is it them? Do they see this mourning for life other than his and see it as too much? Questions rage through his mind, all that don't have easy answers.

Harry's determined to fill his life with more than wandering hands and drinks with carried out sober thoughts. He wants to fill the empty space between the silk white sheets and the mattress with a life that could bring some self-fulfilled happiness. Even if it's just for a moment, he wants to feel better.