Broken
What The...?
Harry's POV:
I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection. It didn't show who I really was. I felt like Mulan, from the Disney movie. When will my reflection show who I am inside?
When did I let Management make up my 'Womanizer Status?' Why couldn't I just stay single until I found my princess? Why can't people stop judging me so harshly? When did the whole fandom turn against me?
All these questions swirled in my head like a hurricane let loose. I quickly cleaned my fresh cuts and laid on my bed, facedown.
My mind and body are an utter mess.
I pulled on a long sleeved white T-Shirt, some faded jeans, and a large hoodie. I made sure that I couldn't see my wrists or even half of my hand. I then scanned my room for my black converse and found them sitting next to my bed.
I walked toward them, sitting down and tugging them onto my feet. I stood upright, waking to my bedroom door, hitting the doorframe, and cursing softly under my breath.
"Damn Wall."
I sauntered into the kitchen, almost having a heart attack when I saw the boys jump out of nowhere, and yell "BOO!"
"What The Fuck Do You Think You're Doing Scaring Me Like That?!" I screamed at them, holding a hand over my pounding heart.
"Happy Birthday, Haz!" They each yelled, at the top of their lungs, tackling me to the ground.
I forgot my birthday? Oops.
I winced slightly when Zayn's leg fell on one of my injured wrists.
"Did I Hurt You?" He asked, worried.
"No," I answered flatly, trying to get up, while Louis was still on top of me. "I'm Fine." He nodded stiffly, and stood up, offering his hand to help me up.
"Thank You, Guys." I said, finally getting a giggling Louis off of me, and accepting Zayn's hand.
"Whatcha gonna get for food today, Harry?" Niall asked, eyes glinting with excitement. I chuckled. He was adorable.
"Nothing." I teased him. His face instantly fell, and I burst out laughing. "Just teasing Ni. We'll have a feast!" I threw my hands up on the word 'feast', watching as Niall grinned, and nodded his head in approval.
"So, What Do You Want To Do, Mr. 20 year old Styles?" Louis asked in the deepest voice he could muster.
"I Don't Know Mr. 22 year old Tomlinson, What Should We Do?" I asked, mimicking his tone.
The boys all burst out laughing, and I joined along.
"Well, maybe we could get some coffee?" Asked Liam after we had all calmed down from our laughing fit.
I think today is gonna be a good day...
Kassidee's POV:
(A/N: Luna Means Moon In Spanish...)
Moon:
Vas Happenin?
Me:
Aye, Luna.
Moon:
Meet For Coffee?
Me:
Sure, Give Me 10 Minutes, Tops.
Moon:
Kay.
I smiled at my phone, getting up off my bed. I stood in front of the mirror, and started to untangle my straight hair. Once my hair was at an acceptable state, I shrugged on a sweater, grabbed my phone, keys, and purse, and I was out the door.
I reached the small cafe on the corner of my street before Luna could get there, so I ordered both of us a cup of Hot Chocolate. I gazed out the window and noticed a few people watching me. A group of what looked like 15 year olds were whispering and giving me the evil eye. I ignored them and let my mind wander.
I got to thinking- If a guy from the worlds biggest boyband was treated with so much hate from their fans, were there other celebrities like Harry? I bet Harry can't stop Management because he doesn't want to put his career at risk. Maybe even Miley Cyrus was pressured into becoming a stripper. (A/N: Sorry If I Offended You. And Btw I Love Miley Cyrus...) I don't know, but I think a celebrity can't change their mind like that. One day they're on Disney channel, and the next they're twerking half-naked. Harry isn't the 'Womanizer' type either. From what I saw on the internet, he worked in a bakery before he was in One Direction, but he didn't have any relationships with any woman either.
I was was broken out of my reverie, when I caught sight of Luna's bright pink purse. I flashed her a smile, which she returned. Except it didn't reach her eyes... Weird.
"Hi, Kas." She greeted, taking a seat in across from me.
"What's up?" I replied, handing over the styrofoam cup, filled to the brim with Hot Chocolate. I noticed the cafe had changed the cups and bought new ones. This one was covered with little coffee cups.
"Mm, the Hot Chocolate here is amazing..." She muttered under her breath, sipping the cup, leaving a lip-gloss stain on the rim of the cup. I nodded in agreement to her statement.
"So, why didn't you tell me you were friends with a popstar?" She asked nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact. Oh so that's what's bothering her.
"What do you mean?" I questioned, and she rolled her eyes.
"You're all over the magazines!" She whisper-yelled, reaching into her purse and pulling out a magazine. She opened it quickly, her amber eyes scanning the glossy pages.
I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. She finally found the page she was looking for, and she laid the magazine on the table, flat.
"Has Harry Styles Found A New Friend?
Paparazzi caught Harry chatting up a girl at a donation center for homeless dogs, on Saturday. The pictures clearly show that he gives a donation and then leaves. Paparazzi once again finds them at a coffee shop, close to the park where these two youngsters met. Has he found a girl to stay with, or just a one-night-stand?"
"What the fuck...?"
I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection. It didn't show who I really was. I felt like Mulan, from the Disney movie. When will my reflection show who I am inside?
When did I let Management make up my 'Womanizer Status?' Why couldn't I just stay single until I found my princess? Why can't people stop judging me so harshly? When did the whole fandom turn against me?
All these questions swirled in my head like a hurricane let loose. I quickly cleaned my fresh cuts and laid on my bed, facedown.
My mind and body are an utter mess.
I pulled on a long sleeved white T-Shirt, some faded jeans, and a large hoodie. I made sure that I couldn't see my wrists or even half of my hand. I then scanned my room for my black converse and found them sitting next to my bed.
I walked toward them, sitting down and tugging them onto my feet. I stood upright, waking to my bedroom door, hitting the doorframe, and cursing softly under my breath.
"Damn Wall."
I sauntered into the kitchen, almost having a heart attack when I saw the boys jump out of nowhere, and yell "BOO!"
"What The Fuck Do You Think You're Doing Scaring Me Like That?!" I screamed at them, holding a hand over my pounding heart.
"Happy Birthday, Haz!" They each yelled, at the top of their lungs, tackling me to the ground.
I forgot my birthday? Oops.
I winced slightly when Zayn's leg fell on one of my injured wrists.
"Did I Hurt You?" He asked, worried.
"No," I answered flatly, trying to get up, while Louis was still on top of me. "I'm Fine." He nodded stiffly, and stood up, offering his hand to help me up.
"Thank You, Guys." I said, finally getting a giggling Louis off of me, and accepting Zayn's hand.
"Whatcha gonna get for food today, Harry?" Niall asked, eyes glinting with excitement. I chuckled. He was adorable.
"Nothing." I teased him. His face instantly fell, and I burst out laughing. "Just teasing Ni. We'll have a feast!" I threw my hands up on the word 'feast', watching as Niall grinned, and nodded his head in approval.
"So, What Do You Want To Do, Mr. 20 year old Styles?" Louis asked in the deepest voice he could muster.
"I Don't Know Mr. 22 year old Tomlinson, What Should We Do?" I asked, mimicking his tone.
The boys all burst out laughing, and I joined along.
"Well, maybe we could get some coffee?" Asked Liam after we had all calmed down from our laughing fit.
I think today is gonna be a good day...
Kassidee's POV:
(A/N: Luna Means Moon In Spanish...)
Moon:
Vas Happenin?
Me:
Aye, Luna.
Moon:
Meet For Coffee?
Me:
Sure, Give Me 10 Minutes, Tops.
Moon:
Kay.
I smiled at my phone, getting up off my bed. I stood in front of the mirror, and started to untangle my straight hair. Once my hair was at an acceptable state, I shrugged on a sweater, grabbed my phone, keys, and purse, and I was out the door.
I reached the small cafe on the corner of my street before Luna could get there, so I ordered both of us a cup of Hot Chocolate. I gazed out the window and noticed a few people watching me. A group of what looked like 15 year olds were whispering and giving me the evil eye. I ignored them and let my mind wander.
I got to thinking- If a guy from the worlds biggest boyband was treated with so much hate from their fans, were there other celebrities like Harry? I bet Harry can't stop Management because he doesn't want to put his career at risk. Maybe even Miley Cyrus was pressured into becoming a stripper. (A/N: Sorry If I Offended You. And Btw I Love Miley Cyrus...) I don't know, but I think a celebrity can't change their mind like that. One day they're on Disney channel, and the next they're twerking half-naked. Harry isn't the 'Womanizer' type either. From what I saw on the internet, he worked in a bakery before he was in One Direction, but he didn't have any relationships with any woman either.
I was was broken out of my reverie, when I caught sight of Luna's bright pink purse. I flashed her a smile, which she returned. Except it didn't reach her eyes... Weird.
"Hi, Kas." She greeted, taking a seat in across from me.
"What's up?" I replied, handing over the styrofoam cup, filled to the brim with Hot Chocolate. I noticed the cafe had changed the cups and bought new ones. This one was covered with little coffee cups.
"Mm, the Hot Chocolate here is amazing..." She muttered under her breath, sipping the cup, leaving a lip-gloss stain on the rim of the cup. I nodded in agreement to her statement.
"So, why didn't you tell me you were friends with a popstar?" She asked nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact. Oh so that's what's bothering her.
"What do you mean?" I questioned, and she rolled her eyes.
"You're all over the magazines!" She whisper-yelled, reaching into her purse and pulling out a magazine. She opened it quickly, her amber eyes scanning the glossy pages.
I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. She finally found the page she was looking for, and she laid the magazine on the table, flat.
"Has Harry Styles Found A New Friend?
Paparazzi caught Harry chatting up a girl at a donation center for homeless dogs, on Saturday. The pictures clearly show that he gives a donation and then leaves. Paparazzi once again finds them at a coffee shop, close to the park where these two youngsters met. Has he found a girl to stay with, or just a one-night-stand?"
"What the fuck...?"
Notes
Aye, It's Ariana!
So like I know it isn't Harry's birthday today, but I had written this chapter and was going to update last night but I had some technical difficulties. You guys are so lucky. I had to retype this whole thing... It's hard and my thumbs hurt so ya. Byeee! I love you guys, and stay safe! Mwah!
xx-Ariana
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