Struggling for survival // 1D

One thing can change a persons life.


15. Apology

The cameras were flashing. The whole crowd was being lighted up by the red lights on the video cameras. People screaming, as a young boy started to appear on stage. His hair curly and messy, dressed in just his night clothes, just being who he really was. On the speaker stand a big sign hung with the beautiful carved words:

My apology for my past

"He-Hello?" The crowd went silent. A few screams were heard, but soon faded into the dark silence, which rested upon the crowd, who amongst them had several psychopaths ready to make a move on the speaker.

"So... Hello, everybody. I'm Harry Styles, I'm 19 years old, and currently in this amazing band with my four best friends. I have a fandom who's willing to go a long way to please me. A fandom which I do not deserve, but still am blessed with. I'm blessed with the magic of people loving me for who I am. But I can't help but wonder... Do you know me? Do you really know who I am, who I was, and who I will be? Do you know everything that have formed to what I have become. My struggles, my conquers, my defeats, my breakdowns. It's time for everybody to know the truth, and for me to make up for my sins. This is my apology to those I have hurt, and my revealing to those who are fond of me, just to see if you'll really stick around, when you know me."

As he stopped to take a breath, and swipe the sweat of his hands, not a single thing was heard. The silence was so intense, that you could only hear the crowds small breaths, and the scrambling from some suspicious people with long, shiny, sharp things. 

"Uhm, yeah, well I called for this press meeting, in hope that my old victims would come. I see you all, I know who you are, and I apologize for the deep sorrow I have brought to your minds. But I will return to my apology in just a bit.

You see, when I was just a young teenager, 14 years old, I was thrown into some serious gang stuff. It wasn't my intention at all, I just kinda had to go along with it to be the popular guy at school. I was doing drugs, stealing from stores, people, banks, all that. I could be in jail right now, and I probably will be after this. But, I spent all my nights walking on the dark streets, picking out victims to nag on and knock out. At school, I used my days picking victims to break down. To bully them so much, they didn't even dare to think a good thought, because I, myself, had thrown them so deep into depression. I was in the gang for some time, about 2 years, until I auditioned. And in that time, I was able to really hurt a lot of people. I tried to be cool and tough about it, but inside it was ripping me apart. I pushed it away with the smoking and drugs, but at night, my thoughts would surrender my brain, and I would fall into a kind of coma. My anger had taken over my body, and I didn't know what I was doing. And so, a late night, I fought with Edward Gooran's parents. It was bad. My anger took over my mind, and I sealed them into a burning house, and left them to die."

The audience looked terrifed, all gasping as one.

"Do you see this? This is who I was. This is what I have done. I have killed. I have stolen. I have hurt. I don't deserve my fame, and I don't deserve you. I deserve to be killed by the very same I may not have killed physically, but mentally. Edward was going to kill me, Clara likewise. As you see, they didn't suceed. It was close, but didn't cut it. Edward forgave me. Edward would rather kill himself, than kill me and live with the pain, that I do. I'm sorry for all I've donw. I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I'm sorry for all the times I've made you cry and hate yourself. Now, I see what I did wrong. I know how bad you felt. To me you weren't ugly, horrid, annoying, loud, worthless, pigs, idiots, stupid or anythings else I called you. You are beautiful, loving and talented, you just have to see it. But when you reach the point you do, it's too late. Therefore I would rather have you kill me, than you kill yourself. I apologize."

With these words, Harry stepped down from the stand and spread his arms out, offering them to go ahead. But nothing came. No terror broke loose. The only sounds were the clinging noises of blades hitting the marmor floor. Crying spread around. The silence was broken, when a little, weak voice from a girl was heard, and afterwards more followed to agree with her.

"I forgive you, Harry." 

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