*** Harry's P.O.V.***

I use to love this life. I remember I use to get nervous before performing. The excitement of seeing the crowds of people that would form to watch us. Just us, because they wanted to hear our talent. They were curious and on edge about the new band that had just got off the X Factor and ended in third place. They wondered how we became so famous, even after our loss.

They all loved us. Girls from all across the globe screaming and crying our names when we came out on stage. They would cluster everywhere we went in hopes to get our autograph or just to at least snap a peak at us. They would tolerate the noise and the tightness of the mob for us.

We all loved the fame, every second someone wanting to meet you. Singing live for people who look up to you as their idol. Seeing the looks on fans faces when you signed there paper or took a picture with them. All the girls wanting us.

Who else could ask for anything better than the life we had acquired?

The thing the people don't ask themselves is how much they would hate it. How much they would hate constantly being in the middle of unending lies and stories. Being hated upon for nothing you had wronged. Being called horrible names and having things thrown at you because of your existence.

This is also the life I had received from being famous.

I stand on the side of yet another celebrity party that we had been invited to. Of course we couldn't deny it because that would make us miss a chance at yet again being put in the center stage. Management called it necessary, I called it hell.

I look up and see Louis quietly having a conversation with a few other lads I did not recognize. Zayn stood beside him as well, hand securely latched around Perrie's waist. As they spoke, they laughed and took small sips of wine that had been passed around, trying not to be rude.

The wine was horrible so I had thrown it out a while ago and switched it with my best friend; Tequila. Tequila was my life line and my liquid air. It has helped me through the tough times, which was almost everyday. Without it, I would go insaine.

The guys have gotten concerned with how much I drink of it, but why do they care? It makes me feel better. It makes me forget everything that has happened.

" Harry, my man! I have some people I want to introduce you to!" I look over to see Ed coming towards me. He wobbled as he walked, drunken by the sick wine. I frown at him, angry that he had disrupted my
thoughts.

" Go away, Ed. I'm busy right now," I snarl, taking a long swallow from the bottle I held
in my hands. It burned when it went down, but relived at the same time.

He held his hands up in surrender and stumbled backwards into the people that were moving about. I glare at him until he is out of my sight and I can no longer see him. I don't know why I get so irritated with people. Everyone that was my friends in old times I seem to always get angry at even when they did nothing.

I chuck the now empty bottle to the side and stare blankly at the people around me. All of them happy and having a good time.
And Me?I was standing on the wall, waiting and hoping the gift they call life would end.

Notes

First Chapter!! Sorry its boring it will get loads better!

~KEVIN!