I needed to escape London. Paps and fans alike were going mad with the news that the 'famous Harry Styles' quit One Direction. They weren't false accusations but it was a mutual agreement, all the boys decided we needed a break. That break was five months ago. For five months I sat inside writing and drinking my weight in beer, thank god for the home gym. I couldn't even go outside to go to lunch with a friend without getting attacked physically and mentally by angry fans and nosy paps. My mother one evening saw a clip of a 'fan' trying to grab at me and she snapped, the next morning she was in my house packing my belongings and forcing a private plane number in my hand claiming, "my sweet boy, those people are going to break you." So now here I sit, in a private plane flying me to god knows where with a small bag of clothes, a journal and my songbook.
