Harry Styles One Shot
Harry Styles has just tweeted that he was going to do a twitcam. Everyone was surprised by the news. Harry Styles' last twitcam was 3 years ago and it was 3:30 am at where he was at the moment. 'Probably just bored or tired.' and that was partly true. He was tired. Nevertheless, everyone was excited. Nearly half a million people tuned in to his stream.
Harry POV
I shake my head and run my hands through my scalp in an attempt to fix my bed raggled hair. I wipe at my eyes that felt like absolute shit due to the hours of crying thats been coming more often than not. It was 3:45 am. Everyone was asleep, except for the 500,000 girls waiting for me to connect, and 15,000,000 more waiting for me to hurt them.
I don't want to hurt them, I really don't. But I've been hurting, hurting for 4 years to be exact. 4 extraordinary years of fun that never outweighed the pain. It needs to stop. I need to stop. If i can't make music anymore to keep me happy, why would the fans? My phone starts ringing and I don't need to look at it to know who it is. Its Modest. I'm not allowed to have a twitcam, but this would be my last one, ever. I just needed to do this.
I clicked connect on the screen and i see my face on my screen. I see the live tweets the fans are sending me. The usual 'i love you!' And 'follow me!'. They're so adorable. I'll miss them.
"Hey, guys," i start with a croaky voice. I immediately get tweets that go "are you okay?" or "have you been crying?". "I'm okay, guys. Trust me I--," i choke on my words and tears continue to stream down my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I apologize while burying my face in my hands. I decide its time to start my last twitcam officially.
"I'm sorry to everyone. I'm sorry for all those who hate me for reasons I don't know. I'm sorry for all those people who spammed me every single day but I didn't have time to acknowledge. Just know, i see every single one of your 'i love you' tweets and i love you all back, i really do."
Harry POV
I shake my head and run my hands through my scalp in an attempt to fix my bed raggled hair. I wipe at my eyes that felt like absolute shit due to the hours of crying thats been coming more often than not. It was 3:45 am. Everyone was asleep, except for the 500,000 girls waiting for me to connect, and 15,000,000 more waiting for me to hurt them.
I don't want to hurt them, I really don't. But I've been hurting, hurting for 4 years to be exact. 4 extraordinary years of fun that never outweighed the pain. It needs to stop. I need to stop. If i can't make music anymore to keep me happy, why would the fans? My phone starts ringing and I don't need to look at it to know who it is. Its Modest. I'm not allowed to have a twitcam, but this would be my last one, ever. I just needed to do this.
I clicked connect on the screen and i see my face on my screen. I see the live tweets the fans are sending me. The usual 'i love you!' And 'follow me!'. They're so adorable. I'll miss them.
"Hey, guys," i start with a croaky voice. I immediately get tweets that go "are you okay?" or "have you been crying?". "I'm okay, guys. Trust me I--," i choke on my words and tears continue to stream down my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I apologize while burying my face in my hands. I decide its time to start my last twitcam officially.
"I'm sorry to everyone. I'm sorry for all those who hate me for reasons I don't know. I'm sorry for all those people who spammed me every single day but I didn't have time to acknowledge. Just know, i see every single one of your 'i love you' tweets and i love you all back, i really do."