Lose My Mind <3 Harry Styles Love Story

Everyone knows Harry Styles... He's the flirtatious curly-haired member of One Direction. Well, he was that person. Now he's gone. He's lost his mind. Not literally, but he's no longer a part of One Direction, and One Direction no longer exists. The boys are fine, all except Harry. He's horrible; he's doing horrible things, thinking horrible things... His life is HORRIBLE. Can anyone change him? Can anyone save him? .... Along comes a girl named Roseanna... Who intends on doing just that.


2. I Introduce To You, The New Harry.

2. Introducing The New Harry.

"But, baby! I want you! Right... Now," the strawberry blonde girl whined, holding on to his chest.

He smirked. He could get any girl he wanted, and this proves it. Too bad she's not good enough for him... I mean- her boobs aren't plump enough, her curves aren't curvy enough... Her lips aren't soft enough. "No. Get out."

With a final push, she was launched out of his small home (here's a picture of it: http://weheartit.com/entry/53165810/via/ForsakenSoul). Slamming the door, he sighs, and falls onto his beat up couch. What time is it? He asks himself. Where's Lou? "Lou!" he calls, standing up, looking around.

Meow. The faint sound of the kitten's meow rang through his ears, and he was flooded with relief. "Oh, Lou. Why were you hiding again?" he coos into the kitten's fur as he cuddles it.

Lou... Short for Louis. His best friend, now a kitten. Lou softly purrs, and Harry smiles. Cats... The one reliable thing on this Earth. The only thing to ever show Harry that he can trust them.

Ever since his mum died, his life went down the loo. His friends were perfectly happy with their lives, and they couldn't care less to notice that Harry was being hurt everyday. The hurt turned into pain, and the pain stayed through everything. The constant betrayal he felt when he thought about his mum leaving him on this stupid planet... The voice in the back of his head constantly telling him that he wasn't good enough.

Not good enough for his mum, for any girl, for his friends... For love. The boys didn't notice that Harry was being emotionally beaten everyday by people in other countries. He couldn't log into Twitter anymore because he was being blocked by millions of people. His small facebook account was filled with hatred and mean things towards him.

Wherever he went, he was pounded with hate. One day, a group of boys his age threw their boiling tea in his face; burning him. He was constantly overwhelmed by girls throwing themselves at him. And because of all the hate, he wanted to feel some sort of love... So, having girls throw themselves at him was a form of love, right?

He tended to every one of the girls' needs, mostly sexual needs, and then they'd leave him. The constant hurt every girl gave him by leaving right after they were satisfied made him worse... But the thing that pushed him over the top, was the paparazzi.

They wouldn't leave him alone. They took notes about every little thing he did. He almost drank himself to death one night because of the hate he was receiving, and the next morning he found himself on the news with more hatred being thrown at him.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He fled. It was the only thing he could do. When he got to the Hotel and started packing everything he had, he came across the picture they promised to never lose. He kept that picture the whole time the boys weren't keeping true to their promise. This cracked something deep inside of him. Now, he wasn't good enough for the one thing he was afraid of; the boys.

The boys grew out of him. They no longer cared. With new-found hatred towards the boys, he repeatedly punched the framed picture until there was no glass in the frame. His hand was now bleeding entirely, and he didn't care. Picking up the now frameless picture, he ripped the paper into shreds and scattered them everywhere.

Tears were now pouring out his eyes, and he couldn't breathe right. What has happened to my life? He kept asking himself. I ruined my life. My life is ruined. Nobody wants me, nobody loves me, nobody likes me. Nobody cares.

After trashing his entire hotel room, he left his phone lying inside the pictureless frame, grabbed his things, and left the country. Now, thinking back to the way he left, he wondered if the boys ever thought to check his phone... Because when unlocked, the screen was permanently frozen on a note he typed.

The note said, "Dear boys, thanks for the great memories we shared... But I now understand that nobody needs me anymore. Don't worry, you don't have to remember me or search for me. But if you do... You wont find me. Why? Because I'm no longer the Harry Edward Styles from One Direction with the curly hair and dimples... I'm a new Harry that you will never get to see. Farewell forever.


Little did anyone know that the new Harry isn't bad. He isn't scary. He's everything that old Harry wanted to be: free.

So, it is my pleasure to finally allow you all to see the true Harry Edward Styles.



I Introduce To You, The New Harry.

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