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Harry Styles. That boy in that long-lost band everyone loved, back in 2012. They travelled the world and made all the teenage girls fall in love with them. They had a reason to as well. 

 

Louis Tomlinson, the eldest of the group had brown hair that swept to the right side of his face. His smile was straight and quite gorgeous. His trademark was stripes and carrots...quite unfortunate for a 20 year old. 

 

Then there was ‘daddy direction,’ who seemed like the oldest of the British/Irish boys, but was stuck in the middle. Liam Payne...the sweet, caring, adorable boy who will be forever changing his hair style. 

 

Niall Horan, the Irish favourite. The leprechaun who loved to drink and play soccer. Typical Irishmen. His soft, lush, blonde locks caught all the girls in their dreams while his innocence was taken once he became legal to drink.

 

‘Bradford Bad Boi.’ Or Zayn Malik. This boy attracted all the girls who loved models, looking exactly like an incredible model. His face, perfectly shaped. His hair, sitting right all the time. His body, breath taking. Who wouldn’t want this boy in their home?

 

And Harry Styles. The boy in One Direction that everyone loved. His fabulous curls, that definitely got the girls. His amazing smile was also an eye-catcher and his awkwardness was appealing to the girls who lived on tumblr. Everyone seemed to love this boy. He was cheeky, cute and liked to get naked...everyone loved that right? 

He got solo after solo. Features in TV shows as main characters...even though his acting was shocking. 

Everyone had fallen for Styles, but once everyone had fell, another boy-band came along and picked them up from their Directioner state, cleaning them off and everyone became obsessed with this new band. 

 

The new band had a name that was easy to remember, but Harry didn’t bother. Once most of the fans were gone...the people Harry could call his friends...his family...he fell into a deep depression. 

It wasn’t just the fans leaving. Once the fans were gone, One Direction stopped making records...why make records when no one will listen? Once that happened, he lost his band-members. Niall went his own way, drinking away his problems. Liam left with his girlfriend and moved to Sweden. Zayn carried out a modeling career and moved to Germany. Louis was the only hanging around. 

 

He occasionally kept in contact with the boys, but Niall was usually too wasted, or Liam was too busy, or Zayn had an appointment. 

Harry knew Louis would rather be traveling around the world, rather than caring for his bestfriend, but he loved him, so he’d stay.

 

Harry doesn’t enjoy anything. The only thing he enjoyed was performing with his 4 best friends, but they had all left and done something completely different. 

Harry knew it wouldn’t last forever, but 2015...just 3 years later is too soon. 

 

Louis tries to cooperate with Harry, but when someone is around and you’d rather be alone, it’s quite hard to want to talk to anyone. Harry spent most of his days, lying on his bed, trying to remember the amazing times he had with the boys. 

The video diaries. The X-Factor experience that launched their career. The first tour. The tour diaries. The fans being so dedicated. The one night stands that he would brag about each day. They were the best times.

 

Harry doesn’t have a girl in his life at the moment. He has the reputation to always put his partners in danger...abuse from fans...paparazzi. No one really wants to even be seen with Harry, but that’s okay because he doesn’t want to be with people. He always feels so lonely, but always wants to be alone. It’s not supposed to work like that. Why not just one option...like a normal person, but once Harry started going to therapy, he realized that he wasn’t normal and that he had a condition.

“Step one is to admit that you have depression. To realize it. To take it in.” Harry didn’t hear what the rest of the lecture was and just stormed out. He wasn’t mad at anyone. Anyone, but himself. Why did he have to put the pressure on himself to be perfect. To have a happy life, even after hard times. 

 

He hasn’t told the other boys, other than Louis, about his depression. He doesn’t want to worry them...not like they’d care anyway...but Louis has it in his mind that, if Harry doesn’t tell them soon, he will. 

Harry would rather just cut off all connection from the world and watch old One Direction videos and fan-made videos. He would watch how happy the girls would get talking about him, how they would talk like they were talking about the most expensive ring in the world.

“He’s so perfect. He has the voice of an angel. His curls are gorgeous. I can’t get over him.” Well obviously they can. Louis will catch Harry watching the videos and take his laptop, but he has a phone.

 

Sleeping is a habit. Not a normal habit that you sleep for about 12 hours to get a full rest, but sleeping for a period as much as 20 hours, before Louis comes in with food, that Harry will always refuse. 

During one event, Louis had brought food in at 4:00pm to wake Harry. Harry woke and looked at the time, to the food and back to Louis, then bursting into tears. 

Harry usually awoke this way, being disappointed in himself for disobeying his own orders, to wake up earlier to soak up the day, but his body didn’t agree. He tears fell harder when he became confused and Louis had to hold him until he regained himself, then trying to eat, for Louis’ hope, but it was usually let down and Louis left, slumping his shoulders.

 

These days, doing things for Harry is hard. He can’t do anything without being fearful that he’ll fail. He figures that if he does nothing, then he can fail at nothing, but the therapist tells him otherwise, saying that he can fail either way and that really boosted Harry’s esteem.

 

Overall, Harry is a mess ever since the fans have gone. Every now and again, he’ll get a kind tweet saying how much they loved him, but there was no more from there. 

With his bestfriends drifted and drifting away, that brings him down lower and pushing them away himself makes it worse. 

His family tries to love the person he’s become, but it’s hard to love someone you don’t know.