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

I hear talking coming from the other side of my door while I was still in a half dream state. I groan in annoyance once I realized it was the boys getting up and ready for the day. I should get up, but whats the point? Just to be harassed all over again and disgraced upon? Yep, pretty much.

I turn over in my sheets, realizing that I had left on both my pants and dress shirt on from last nigh. When I got home, I remember being so drunk that everything was blurred and I couldn't focus on anything. I don't even know who brought me to my room last night.

I have a pounding head and my body aches from the night. I must have fallen down multiple times because I could feel bruises on my body. I just brush off the feelings. It's just like this every night. Me drinking to get everything off my mind, the bruises from falling, and waking up in the morning with a pounding headache. I guess somethings just never change.

I hear Louis frantically calling my name outside my door, but I don't make any intentions to move. I don't really feel like going to our interview we have today. Can't they just fake that I'm there with like a computer or something? I mean it's not like its impossible.

After a while I hear the calls from Louis subside, and then turn quickly into a swinging of a door. The door rattles back after being slammed into the wall.

"Harry, seriously, I know your hungover but we really need to go right now," Louis pleads, searching through my room for clothes. I hear him throw over a pair of jeans and a shirt onto my bed, both landing on my feet.

Laying in my bed as still as I can, I pretend to be still asleep. However, this does not fake out Louis. Next thing I know I feel the covers ripped off of me and hear them fall to the floor. Cold air instantly wrapped around me, making me awake and cold. I then hear a desperate sigh escape from Lou.

"Why do you always wake up like this!? Just,whatever,get up and at least have the decency to change and brush your teeth." I hear him walk briskly from the room. He must have not been to happy about my state right now. Murmuring under my breath, I dragged myself out of bed, knowing I had lost the battle. **************************************************************************************

The interview went splendid as always. Oh, it was so great,I just don't even know. First, came all the questions about why I looked tired this morning. That at least was easy enough to lie about by just simply saying I was tired from recording yesterday. They always buy that one.

But then came the questions about girlfriends. Of course, Zayn and Louis could say they were happily taken by two wonderful girls. Liam could simply say he was seeing someone, but he was keeping it a secret, and Niall was just single but taken by the fans. ( Corny right?) My situation, however, could never be that simple. The interviewer kept asking and asking who I was dating. When I told her truthfully no one, she then asked who my latest 'shag' was. That was when I almost flipped out right there. How dare she think just because I wasn't in a relationship that I would just use woman for sex! I have more respect for them than to do that!

Of course I couldn't just say that. I just had simply said no one and forced a laugh. I could tell as soon as the fake laugh started, the other lads could tell something was wrong. They couldn't do anything because we were live on air. Also I would respond to them anyways. I don't need their help and they have no way to help me. They never understand.

I walk along side the boys and a few security guards as we try to make our way back up to our apartment. We all keep our heads down and sunglasses secured on our faces as we walk. I stare down as I start to hear more and more people as we get closer to our destination.

Soon enough, we are completely surrounded by fans and paps outside the building. I watch as security let the other boys sign and take a few pictures with fans, allowing us to move a little better into the crowd. I stay behind in the circle of security like I always do. I never have really enjoyed these situations in mobs of fans and people. It always made me light headed and make me feel worse about myself. I watch as people around me point a finger at me and call me names. I never can take notice to the fans that like me because I can only focus on the hateful comments I hear.

"Harry, is it true that your dating someone!" "Harry, over here! Is it true that you do drugs!?" "Harry, do you take that girl home last night!"

These questions were hard enough, but not just the things the reports said hurt. I think the things the fans said really hurt the worst.

"You have no respect for any female that lives!" "Look at him! He's even ashamed of himself!" "Go kill yourself you filthy bag!"

Security pulls me through the doors quickly, making the noises stop. I blankly stare at the floor, not moving from my standing up position. The words from the crowd sticking in my mind, and tearing me down. That's what they truly think. All of them.

And I think they are all right.

Notes

Second chapter! Sorry Its so late

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