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Honeymoon [HS/LDR AU] !ON HOLD!

Honeymoon [HS/LDR AU] !ON HOLD!

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„Miss Grant, would you like to talk to us about Mr Styles' disappearance, or do you need more time? It's totally fine if you do." „I certainly can talk about it. Enough time has passed." „Amazing. So, our first question would be: Why did you not tell anyone about his sudden disappearance when you noticed he was gone on the first day of your Honeymoon? What made you think it was for the best if you kept quiet for as long as possible?" „You will never understand my way of handling situations, and even less so now- that is for sure. You cannot be blamed for this, though. Because nobody really knew Harry. Nobody knew him in the most intimate way- or so I thought. Before everything came to an end, it wasn't clear to me that even I never really knew him. But I was tired of feeling like I was fucking crazy, so I let life take its course, hoping and praying everyday that what we had would last forever. And fast forward to now, it obviously didn't. But I can't be mad at him, no. As little as I found out to be aware of his true self, one thing I sure knew about him. He's always been a free spirit- an unstoppable man. And because of that very reason, I knew that when it came down to it, I'd be begging for him to stay. And that is what I did. But it was foolish of me to do so, because he was charming, he was magnetic, he was electric and intelligence radiated off of him in ways no one's ever seen before having taken a glimpse at him. Everybody knew it. So I was foolish to beg for his presence in mine, when he must've had his reasons for everything. And I was foolish to beg for him because I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And I let him go. I let him go, because this was what he wanted. He left with someone I thought I knew, yet I'll never stop loving him."
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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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