WARNING: CURSE WORDS.

I sit on my bed, head burried deep in my palms as I constantly rub my eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. My phone is vibrating, buzzing, notifying me I have thousands of notifications. I can't believe she could have done this and I just let her do it.

I inhale deeply, holding in a breath as my hand reaches back to the phone, reading bold and black headline on some page.

"DID HARRY STYLES RUN FROM FANS TO BE WITH HIS NEW LOVE INTEREST?"

Then theres another one;

"LEFT THOUSANDS OF FANS HANGING TO BE WITH HIS NEW GIRL!"

I groan in anger, because these people will write literally anything to make readers click on their article. They never see the full picture, only what will sell the best. I didn't leave fans because my dick needed scratches.

Nobody ever wonders how I feel and what goes in my mind, well why would they? I make them money, without me there would never be them. They don't care if fans actually resented me for doing what I did, they care about the money they will get out of fake informations.

I shut down my phone as my head started to hurt from all this mess. I always have to fall into shit like this, it's like some bad luck is on my shoulder just waiting to fuck everything up.

I can't stand to be in this hotel room anymore, so I grab everything I need, sunglasses and a hat included, and leave. It might even be for the best to just pack my bags and leave Vienna, never contacting Eliana anymore. I can't blame her for what happened, at the end, I was the one who stormed off to the streets when things got heated. But, if I recall well, my name was screamed out. Could it be Eliana who screamed my name? Was it another fan?

If it is Eliana, then I see no point in her decision to save me on the most ridicolous way possible. Then it must have been on purpose, just to gain more people and her rushing in and kissing me would be a perfect opportunity to catch someones eye. I know how desperate she is to be famous, but could she be so desperate to try and gain it over my back?

I shake my head and clear my mind of these crazy conspiracies, she would never do that. But what do I know, I've met her three days ago.

Crazy three days, I must admit. It was long time ago when I was this spontaneous, back in the 1D days. A young teen making his dreams come true, along with four more guys right by my side. Working day and night, singing all the time, writing and recording songs, yet it was the happiest period of my upbringing. Those were the days I still didn't know how all this fame can be cruel and what it brings to the table. How little it brings back to me and how much it takes away.

Walking through the streets, unnoticed, finally brings me some peace and stops the throbbing pain in my head. I forgot what a breeze of fresh air can do to a person and how relaxing at times it can be. Seems like in these three days, this is actually the calmest I've felt. No rush, no expectations, no crowds that follow, nothing. Just me and my thoughts finally at peace.

I turn towards the river that flows through Vienna and decide to rest a bit, I sit on one of the ties for big ships and take in the calmness of water hitting the dock. I block out everything besides the water, I need this.

***

Sun already starts to peak out when I decide to head back to the hotel. It feels good to be on my own for once, just to breathe out all negativity that's been building up inside me. For all I care I can go back to performing and being the same old Harry world desires to see, my manager included.

Before I know it, I find myself in front of big yellow building I ran from just previous morning. I try to push the wooden blue doors, it doesn't surprise me when they don't budge. I take a look at all the surnames on the intercom and when my eyes land on a familiar one, I press it.

Couple of minutes pass until I finally get a response, a tired voice asking who is it. I speak out and immediately the doors start buzzing, unlocking them and letting me in. I go on the second floor and swiftly find the matching doors of the owner I rang to. I don't even have to knock or ring again, doors fly open as soon as I come to the view of the peekhole.

Standing in front of me in laced black shorts, matching with the same silky top that hugs her figure perfectly, she makes me hungry already and its comfirmed with tightening of my jeans. Her face is looking sleepy as her hair falls down, strands of it on each side of her rich breasts. For a split second I think about saying something, but I don't.

I slide my hands behind her ears and pull her in, kissing her passionately, I glue my body against hers as I am so eager to have her as close as I can. I push us gently into her apartment and close the front doors with my foot and as if I know her apartment so well, I lead us to her bedroom.

I don't let her say anything, not a single syllable, it would all be in vain. She knows what I want and why I am here. I open her bedroom door and a second later I lower us both on the soft mattress.

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