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Walk by Faith
No it can't be changed
”In other news, One Direction’s Harry Styles was spotted coming out of a New York club last night.”
“Paul! Turn that rubbish off. I don’t want to hear it.” Harold Edward Styles let out a groan and hid himself with his sweater covering any sound that could possibly come through. It was possible that he was hiding away because he truly wanted to ignore the media and all the shit they had on him or he was working off a current hangover. Either way, Harry just didn’t want to hear it.
All Harry could see was dark and he wanted to keep it that way. “Rise and shine! Wake up my little demon child.” Paul had deliberately tore away the sweater from the top of Harry’s head and tossed it off to the side. “No, you need to hear this, watch it, see it; see yourself! I can’t keep doing this Harry.”
This was the last thing that he needed. A scolding like he would get from his mum, dad, or step father. Harry rolled over so his face was in the pillow and dark still remained the same, “Harold Edward Styles!” Harry cursed a handful of muffled words of profanity before he turned back over and stood up heading towards the bathroom away from Paul and the rest of the boys. “Harry you can’t keep doing this.” He rolled his eyes and slammed the door.
To be honest Harry him self didn’t know what happened throughout his transformation in the spotlight and fame. He didn’t like it… he doesn’t like himself. As everyone spoke about this person he’s become, he’s locked himself in his place hating himself even more. He was convinced he was alone and that no one understood what he was going through.
Harry turned on the shower and let steam fill up the room. As he did this he found a seat on the toilet, his head in his hands as his head pounded. Once the steam surrounded him, he dropped his boxers and slipped right in letting the hot water hit his skin.
He wasn’t exactly sure when he fell through the cracks… all he knew was that he was drunk and alone. Alone and broken. “Harold, it’s your mother. You need to open up this door now!” Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes as the high pitch voice of Louis Tomlinson “Your such a wanker.” He opened up the door in nothing but a towel. Steam zoomed right passed him as his curly brown locks dripped down his face.
“Love you too my little muffin.” Lou shot back in a cheery voice. Harry rolled his eyes and slipped into his room.
“Okay boys, this is what we’ve got. We have the interview with Ellen today. Remember we’re not preforming today. It’s a strict interview, nothing more than that. Be on your best behavior. Then tonight is the release party of Little Mix’s new album so we have that. Think you can handle it?” Paul’s eyes met Harry.
Letting out a growl Harry crossed his arms over his chest and turned away. “I’ll be fine Paul.” His eyes were glazed over and he was furious. Harry hated that everything always had to be emphasized his way. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, simply just living his life the way he intended. The way ‘they’ had made it.
“So if we’re not preforming on Ellen who is?” Everyone’s attention was torn towards Niall. “Paisley Morgan.” Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the new country pop princess. Everywhere he turned they praised her, she was everywhere and for some unconventional reason she was compared to him. Choice wise that it.
“Wonderful.” Harry tossed his hands in the air and continued to stare out the window.
It hadn’t been much time between One Direction’s LA flats and the studio where The Ellen show was aired. “Okay lads, remember to be on your best behavior.” Harry rolled his eyes for the millionth time that day and they were ushered into the studio.
Harry’s POV
”They have stolen the hearts of females alike all over the world for the past 7 years. They currently just finished up another world tour and back here in the states. Everyone give it up for One Direction!” Our newest single played over the speakers and screeches from the crowed were heard from the back.
“I feel like the get louder every time.” Liam joked as Zayn began to lead us out. I smiled, waved, and did what everyone wanted me to do. I put a fake smile on my face and just went with it.
As we made it to the couch Ellen gave us each a hug until we finally sat down on the bigger couch. Zayne, Niall, Louis, Liam, and then myself. ”My, my, my! Boys it’s great to see you again.” From here I pretty much blocked everything out, kept quiet and didn’t pay attention to anything that was exchanged back and forth. Everything zoomed in and out; I heard only what I wanted to hear.
”Harry,” Ellen had grabbed my attention and her eyes narrowed. ”Blondie? Does she have a name?” How’d I know she would bring this up. “Not really, she’s just a friend.” A smirk played on her lips and she nodded.
”Right, like how Liam and I are just friends.” The boys chuckled and I couldn’t help but join in. I could never be angry with this lady. ”So obviously that was just an ice breaker. What I’m really curious about is what you think about constantly being compared to a little country sweetheart?” I mentally groaned. ”Mind you she is sitting in the back so be nice with your words.”
Ellen chuckled and I shrugged. “There’s not much to think about it. I think everyone over looks my choices. Sure there are some things that I could bring down a little bit but in the end of the day my choices are my own choices and they shouldn’t be compared to a pop princess. She’s only been around for a little over a year or two. I give it another year and she won’t be the innocent little girl everyone is making her out to be. For example Taylor Swift.”
The crowd had grown quiet. Did I really just bring up Taylor? I sucked in and stared at my hands and then looked up confidently. “I shouldn’t be judged on my own personal opinion about it. It is what it is and it can’t be changed.” I had a feeling a smug look was playing on my face.
”No judgment here Harry. Actually I applaud you on your honestly and confidently giving your opinion.” Ellen smiled at me. ”Well with this, One Direction everyone! When we come back Paisley Morgan herself is backstage and she’s going to preform her first ever single.”
“Harry…” He let out a little groan. Was Paul really going to let him have it? “Please just don’t. Not right now.” Harry put up his hand and walked away from Paul and the rest of the boys.
“Paul! Turn that rubbish off. I don’t want to hear it.” Harold Edward Styles let out a groan and hid himself with his sweater covering any sound that could possibly come through. It was possible that he was hiding away because he truly wanted to ignore the media and all the shit they had on him or he was working off a current hangover. Either way, Harry just didn’t want to hear it.
All Harry could see was dark and he wanted to keep it that way. “Rise and shine! Wake up my little demon child.” Paul had deliberately tore away the sweater from the top of Harry’s head and tossed it off to the side. “No, you need to hear this, watch it, see it; see yourself! I can’t keep doing this Harry.”
This was the last thing that he needed. A scolding like he would get from his mum, dad, or step father. Harry rolled over so his face was in the pillow and dark still remained the same, “Harold Edward Styles!” Harry cursed a handful of muffled words of profanity before he turned back over and stood up heading towards the bathroom away from Paul and the rest of the boys. “Harry you can’t keep doing this.” He rolled his eyes and slammed the door.
To be honest Harry him self didn’t know what happened throughout his transformation in the spotlight and fame. He didn’t like it… he doesn’t like himself. As everyone spoke about this person he’s become, he’s locked himself in his place hating himself even more. He was convinced he was alone and that no one understood what he was going through.
Harry turned on the shower and let steam fill up the room. As he did this he found a seat on the toilet, his head in his hands as his head pounded. Once the steam surrounded him, he dropped his boxers and slipped right in letting the hot water hit his skin.
He wasn’t exactly sure when he fell through the cracks… all he knew was that he was drunk and alone. Alone and broken. “Harold, it’s your mother. You need to open up this door now!” Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes as the high pitch voice of Louis Tomlinson “Your such a wanker.” He opened up the door in nothing but a towel. Steam zoomed right passed him as his curly brown locks dripped down his face.
“Love you too my little muffin.” Lou shot back in a cheery voice. Harry rolled his eyes and slipped into his room.
“Okay boys, this is what we’ve got. We have the interview with Ellen today. Remember we’re not preforming today. It’s a strict interview, nothing more than that. Be on your best behavior. Then tonight is the release party of Little Mix’s new album so we have that. Think you can handle it?” Paul’s eyes met Harry.
Letting out a growl Harry crossed his arms over his chest and turned away. “I’ll be fine Paul.” His eyes were glazed over and he was furious. Harry hated that everything always had to be emphasized his way. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, simply just living his life the way he intended. The way ‘they’ had made it.
“So if we’re not preforming on Ellen who is?” Everyone’s attention was torn towards Niall. “Paisley Morgan.” Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the new country pop princess. Everywhere he turned they praised her, she was everywhere and for some unconventional reason she was compared to him. Choice wise that it.
“Wonderful.” Harry tossed his hands in the air and continued to stare out the window.
It hadn’t been much time between One Direction’s LA flats and the studio where The Ellen show was aired. “Okay lads, remember to be on your best behavior.” Harry rolled his eyes for the millionth time that day and they were ushered into the studio.
Harry’s POV
”They have stolen the hearts of females alike all over the world for the past 7 years. They currently just finished up another world tour and back here in the states. Everyone give it up for One Direction!” Our newest single played over the speakers and screeches from the crowed were heard from the back.
“I feel like the get louder every time.” Liam joked as Zayn began to lead us out. I smiled, waved, and did what everyone wanted me to do. I put a fake smile on my face and just went with it.
As we made it to the couch Ellen gave us each a hug until we finally sat down on the bigger couch. Zayne, Niall, Louis, Liam, and then myself. ”My, my, my! Boys it’s great to see you again.” From here I pretty much blocked everything out, kept quiet and didn’t pay attention to anything that was exchanged back and forth. Everything zoomed in and out; I heard only what I wanted to hear.
”Harry,” Ellen had grabbed my attention and her eyes narrowed. ”Blondie? Does she have a name?” How’d I know she would bring this up. “Not really, she’s just a friend.” A smirk played on her lips and she nodded.
”Right, like how Liam and I are just friends.” The boys chuckled and I couldn’t help but join in. I could never be angry with this lady. ”So obviously that was just an ice breaker. What I’m really curious about is what you think about constantly being compared to a little country sweetheart?” I mentally groaned. ”Mind you she is sitting in the back so be nice with your words.”
Ellen chuckled and I shrugged. “There’s not much to think about it. I think everyone over looks my choices. Sure there are some things that I could bring down a little bit but in the end of the day my choices are my own choices and they shouldn’t be compared to a pop princess. She’s only been around for a little over a year or two. I give it another year and she won’t be the innocent little girl everyone is making her out to be. For example Taylor Swift.”
The crowd had grown quiet. Did I really just bring up Taylor? I sucked in and stared at my hands and then looked up confidently. “I shouldn’t be judged on my own personal opinion about it. It is what it is and it can’t be changed.” I had a feeling a smug look was playing on my face.
”No judgment here Harry. Actually I applaud you on your honestly and confidently giving your opinion.” Ellen smiled at me. ”Well with this, One Direction everyone! When we come back Paisley Morgan herself is backstage and she’s going to preform her first ever single.”
“Harry…” He let out a little groan. Was Paul really going to let him have it? “Please just don’t. Not right now.” Harry put up his hand and walked away from Paul and the rest of the boys.
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Alrighty guys, here is chapter two. Please let me know what you think. I will be going back and forth between 1st and 3rd person point of view but the majority of the story will be written in 3rd. Comment, Subscribe, and Recommend!