Ugh. Headache. Definitely a hangover. I hate the morning after clubbing. I always seem to have a hangover, guess I kind of drink a lot. Meh…but it is worth it. Unfortunately, I barely have memory of last night. All I remember was Liam and Liz leaving me, but since I didn’t wake up beside her naked, I’m guessing we didn’t really sleep together. Darn.
“Harry…Are you up?” Liz said softly, walking into my room.
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“Umm…I just came to give you some painkillers…Thought you might need them…after last night”
“I’m fine! I don’t need them!” I snapped. I don’t even know why. Maybe because I was still upset at her for last night? And obviously from my condition I needed the pills. It must’ve been pretty obvious, because Liz still left the painkillers on my night stand.
“Get ready quickly and come from breakfast” Liz said in her usual perky tone, as she walked out.
“If it’s your cooking, I’ll pass. I’d rather not be poisoned” I said harshly.
“We ordered, so come on…everyone’s waiting”
“Whatever”
I honestly didn’t know why I was being such an ass to her. I guess it’s just all the built up anger, hatred and rage I had for her, and after last night, it’s stronger than ever, and needs an outlet.
Despite trying to rebel against her orders, I knew I had to go see the guys. It was always nice to see them a bit hung-over. So I changed out of last night’s outfit, into fresh new clothes, and got as ready as I could and went for breakfast.
I arrived in the dining room of the suite to see everybody sitting around the table just staring at their food. Niall was the first to see me come in, and then lunged for his food, filling up his mouth.
“Finally…Liz wouldn’t let us eat unless we were ALL here!” He said with his mouth full of eggs and sausage. Without a response to him, I sat down at the plate set for me, and began eating, while everyone else did too, now that I was here.
After she was done, Liz got up from her seat, and I noticed her wearing no pants, just an oversized shirt, and her knickers. She took Louis’s plate as well, because he was finished and walked towards the sink to put them away.
“Maybe you should put on some pants, slut” I said bitterly as she came back. I was being beyond mean towards her, but I couldn’t help it, the insults just kept spilling out from all the built up hatred. She silently started to walk towards her bedroom, probably taking me up on my suggestion.
“You look fine, you don’t need to change” Louis began saying to Liz, while glaring at me.
“No, its ok…he’s right…this isn’t very…appropriate” She replied as she walked away.
As soon as she was gone, Louis turned to glare at me, giving me his I’m-disappointed-on-you look.
“Was that really necessary?” He asked me.
“Yes” I answered sarcastically.
“What is wrong with you, you’re being absolutely horrible to a girl who you barely know. Yeah…I heard you when you told her you hated her on the flight, and when you insulted her this morning, and now, and all those time in between. This is not you, Harry” Louis lectured.
“Lou, don’t worry about it” Liz interrupted as she walked back in, wearing pants this time. Probably the first time I’ve seen her legs covered, nonetheless, she still looked hot.
“Are you okay?” Liam asked her.
“I’m fine, but thank you for being so concerned” She said in her perky voice, while sitting beside Zayn.
Why was everyone sympathizing with her? They’re supposed to be my friends, not hers. They’re supposed to take my side, and hate her too. But, no. They love her, and it sickens me.
I was busy in my thoughts until I heard the TV lady on E! mention something quite interesting.
“Singer Liz Sanders was spotted out late last night with certain boy band members. While the after-party for her first concert on her world tour was going on in downtown London, she was seen walking to her hotel, with Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson. They supposedly left the party early, and left straight to the hotel. Liz has recently been spotted with the other two members of One Direction, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan as well. So, who do YOU think would be best for our tattooed beauty?”
There are so many things that bothered me about that. First, every one of the boys has gotten publicity and media attention for ‘dating’ her, except me. Well…I don’t really hang out with her that much, or ever. Second, they’re all getting all this attention that everyone’s practically forgot about me. I mean the lady mentioned four members of One Direction. There are FIVE! And I’m one of them! And last, nobody seems to be bothered about this. I can feel my face turning red from all the anger, but everyone else is acting like it’s the usual.
“Why did you leave the party early anyways?” Niall questioned the three of them.
“I hate parties and I don’t drink, so I had no business being there, and Liam and Lou didn’t want to stay either” Liz replied.
“What kind of loser doesn’t like parties?” I asked trying to be as hateful towards her as possible.
“Harry-” Louis tried interrupting, knowing something unpleasant was going to come out of my mouth, but I continued with my insults.
“And the girl that does like 30 different drugs doesn’t have the guts to drink? Some rebel you are…And why don’t you drink? Are you scared? Well don’t worry it doesn’t kill anyone, as much as I want it to…it doesn’t. So don’t be an attention whore, by putting on this innocent act, okay?” I finished my rant. But before anyone could say anything else, she was gone, out of the room, and into her bedroom. I saw trails of tears down her cheek, before she left. But I was so pissed at her; it all just had to come out without regret.
~That Night, at O2 Arena~
Another concert at the O2, well another couple songs at the O2. Can’t really consider this a concert, since it’s not One Direction’s. We just finished sound check and still had about 2 hours till the concert starts. So I decided to just walk around for a while, go exploring maybe…I walked past numerous black doors, backstage, most of them quiet until I passed one, where I heard that perky voice, I had gotten accustomed to.
“Can you please talk to them…they need to be more energetic, they need to put more effort on stage. Trust me the way they act on stage is going to get them booed off”
“Liz, that’s the way they perform” Her manager tried saying. I was glad she was on our side.
“Maria, the fans are people my age, do you really think 20 year olds would want to see people just waltz and screw around on stage. And you know some of the guys in the crowd, will say something…I don’t want them to feel bad” She argued. I left before I could hear her say another word. I was sick of it! Who does she think she is? I could feel my anger building up. I hate her! I hate that bitch.
I kept walking trying to escape it all, as I heard another five voices, four of them I learned to recognize a couple years ago. They were all behind a door, which held a sign saying “DO NOT DISTURB. INTERVIEW IN PROGRESS”, and was watched by security guard. I tried to get in, seeing as if it was an interview, I should be in it too. But I was stopped by the big man.
“Sir, only members of One Direction are allowed in here”
“I am a member of One Direction! I’m Harry Styles” I screamed doing my best to get in. They couldn’t just have an interview for the whole group, without having me! Apparently I was pretty loud, because soon enough, a middle aged lady, caked with make up came out.
“Sir, we’re having an interview, if you could please not disturb” She said while turning to go back.
“But I need to be there, I’m part of One Direction”
“Sir, I’ve only been told to talk to the four lads that already here” She said apologetically.
“But I’m part of that group!” I said pleading and hoping to get in.
“Sorry, there’re nothing I can do” She said quickly as she closed the door behind her.
Well, fan-fucking-tastic. How in the world is this possible? It’s like I’m practically wiped off the face of the earth. Like I don’t exist. No one knows Harry Styles anymore. Hell, I’ve practically been kicked out of the band. I am so fucking ANGRY! Nothing’s going right! First that bitch shows up in my life, and openly insults and hates me. I’m losing my fame, no one knows me. And now I’ve been almost kicked out of the band. Everything’s just falling apart and I can’t stand it!
~Three Weeks Later~
We are now in Berlin, Germany, getting ready for the last show in Europe before heading to Australia. The tour has been amazing so far…not really. Its actually been terrible.
One Direction has gotten bigger, in terms of fame. And when I mention One Direction, I mean Niall, Zayn, Liam and Louis, because clearly I’m not even considered part of the band anymore. They do all the interviews, all the promos, all the band stuff, leaving me all alone. When they're not busy with that, they hang out with Liz, getting more attention.The boys don’t get it, they don’t get that no one knows who I am. They’re oblivious to all of it. They just think the interview or the promo can only have 4 people. Yeah right…
And since the boys are always busy with all their stuff, I’m bored. I try to talk to Liz, but she just ignores or avoids me. It’s almost like she’s hiding from me. She leaves early morning from the hotel suite, to God knows where, and then comes straight to the venue, just in time for sound check. Between sound check and the actual show, she leaves to go see fans. I’m almost positive she does this because she doesn’t want to be near me. But I can’t blame her; I have been an ass to her the past three weeks. “Whore”, “Desperate slut”, “Stupid hoe”, “Talentless Bitch”, “Crazy freak”, “Wannabe”, “Fame Whore, “Druggie”, "Fat Ass" and the list of constant insults I’ve used against her continues. I even almost hit her, so I’m surprised she hasn’t kicked me off the tour yet. But all this hatred and bullying towards her is uncontrollable for me. Its not even that I hate her that much to do that, but more like the fact that she’s the only one I can take my anger out on, the anger that has built up from the media, the boys, the tour, her, my entire life.
As we all walked into the venue, I saw the hundreds of fans and paparazzi. Liz rushed right in avoiding everyone asking questions, but the boys had some trouble, as they were blocked by the constant questions about the paparazzi.
“Is Liz still single?”
“Is Liz dating any of you?”
“Is there anything going on in her life, that we don’t yet know?”
“How’s her new album coming along?”
“How’s she coping with having you as her opening act?”
“How does she feel being away from home?”
“Can you get Liz to sign this, and bring it back to me?”
These were all the questions and requests people were screaming at the guys. That’s when I realized they didn’t care about them, they cared about her. They cared about her life, and they were just looking for someone to give them the scoop about it. They don’t care about One Direction or the boys, the media cared about Liz, and asking the lads was just a way of getting the gossip and news they needed. The people wanted to know every aspect of her life, and the boys were part of it, therefore getting the loads of attention. But nonetheless, even though in the media’s eyes the boys were just a ‘middleman’, they still got the fame.
Liz was theirs and everyone’s ticket to fame and attention; no matter how she gets it to them.
The past month of tour, I have been wasting my time and moping about the fame, but have never realized that the thing that could get it all back was right in front of my eyes. All the boys got their attention back, when they were supposedly ‘dating’ Liz. Why didn’t I see this before? This girl that I have spent my time hating and torturing is the one that could get me back on top, and back in the media’s eye. She was my chance at reclaiming that fame.
If the media were to think her and I were ‘dating’, my name would be the one world famous. Better yet, if I actually do start dating her, my fame would blow up. Sure, I still hate her and can’t stand the way she hates me, but the end result – the fame – would definitely be worth it.
I’m done being outside the spotlight, out of the camera’s view. I’m getting back the fame, what is rightfully mine. And Liz was going to help me, one way or another; she’s going to get me my fame back.
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Oh and if you didn't catch on harry;s plan, its basically that he's going to date her for the fame)