A fake smile, stained red thighs. (Harry Styles/Niall Horan fanfiction.)

My name is Harry Styles, most people know me from the famous pop boy band One Direction, but what many people don’t realize is that, behind the make-up, behind the songs, behind the smile that I put on every day, there’s a boy who’s very sensitive, that boy is the real me. That boy, his thighs are cut up, every night they’re stained red. But nobody sees it, because every day when I wake up, I paint on another fake smile. I dry my eyes and smile. Will I survive? Will anybody help me win this fight?