Harry Styles is going solo. These are the words that have been on so many lips for months—perhaps years—and yet it’s with trepidation and regret that I finally commit them to digital ink.
There is so much to thank One Direction for all that they have done for us (for me). They make me smile on rainy days and make me laugh on stormy ones. They help me sleep and help me wake. They let me know that I am beautiful, that everyone is.
So yeah, it's over. I guess I just have to accept that. However, with that acceptance, I know that they will also get what they deserved. Happiness.
When you are put in a situation of popularity, you have two choices. Happiness or fame. At the moment, you don't really know that you only get one.
To be famous, you have to endure loneliness. Loneliness away from your family, away from your closest friends. Loneliness away from days of shopping and days of laying in bed watching T.V.
To be famous, you have to endure insecurity. Your Twitter is filled with comments, comments about you. Maybe there are two comments that say that the person loves you. You don't wonder why they love you because you know that they are a fan. So you keep going. The next comment says I DON'T LIKE YOU. Or YOUR UGLY. Or YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE (I've made all these comments much cleaner and more appropriate than they actually are). You start to wonder, well, why don't they like me? What have I ever done to them? The real answer is nothing, but that doesn't appear in your head at the time. It never really clicks to you, actually, because you believe it. And when you allow yourself to believe too many lies, it makes it harder to find your way back to the truth.
Maybe going solo is Harry's way of finding the truth. Maybe it's his way of happiness. So even though it doesn't make me fully happy, and it may not make all the other fans happy either, I know one thing for sure. My fandom will be happy no matter what, because as long as he is happy, we are too.