Harry's POV

"Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself?" I asked Camila for the hundredth time that day as I was straightening my tie and she just nodded meekly. Kissing her forehead I left the house and got into the taxi which had been waiting patiently.

I was to meet Kendall at a movie premiere, my stomach was churning at the thought of pretending to be infatuated with the beauty- I couldn't lie to save my life.

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"Harry, Harry Styles! Kendall!" The paparazzi were shouting as we walked down the red carpet together, smiling and waving like we had been informed to.

"You alright?" Kendall whispered in my ear, and I nodded weakly; I felt more sick with each second that passed. Even though it wasn't my choice, I still felt like I was betraying Camila who I knew was crying at home. The only thing I wanted to do was run back home to her but I knew that my job was on the line.

"You're not alright," the model beside me whispered and I couldn't even defend myself, "Let's get out of here."

Walking off, she held my hand firmly until we got inside the venue and she started walking down some random corridors. Another three flights of stairs later and we seemed to have arrived on the roof of the building which was hidden from the public.

"What's wrong Harry? I know you, there is something going on," Kendall looked at me with wide, expecting eyes and I knew that I had to tell her.

"I'm in love with this girl," I said quietly as I sat on the grimy roof, dirtying my Gucci suit, "But my management won't let me date her. I just feel like I'm cheating on her right now, I feel so dirty."

"You may feel dirty because you just sat in bird shit," Kendall laughed and I stood up to see that I had sat in a white pile of waste, I laughed lightly along with her although my mood was still somber, "Well if its any consolation, I don't want to be here either. I'm as gay as they come, you know that first hand."

"How can they just control us like this?" I whispered into the night air as I looked at the London skyline, thinking about Camila who was probably about to go to sleep.

"We're not people to them, we're just things that they can play around with. Our lives revolve around their paycheck," she spat on the ground as she spoke, she resented her management as much as I hated mine, "I can't be who I am, I can't possibly be gay in their minds. I have to be this straight, skinny model who dates other famous people and then breaks up with them when the paparazzi don't care anymore."

"Kendall, we don't have to live like this," I said, ideas racing round my mind. She looked at me like I was a lunatic and then laughed sadly, facing the wind so her hair billowed out behind her.

"Oh but we do," she mumbled before walking away, down to watch the movie. I knew that I would have to join her soon so nobody started any rumours, but I wanted a few more moments on the rooftop in the perfect serenity.

"I miss you Camila," was the last thing I said before descending down the stairs back into the black hole known as fame.