It all happened years ago with him and I. We had just started in the industry and had met through our managers. The minute we met, we clicked right away and eventually we fell in love. One day though, he disappeared. I was worried sick, but since we were both getting to the peak of our careers the paps were always around us two. They had taken a picture of him and that picture had circled all over the media. I guess that was the only good thing about paps, the pictures they took gave us the truth.
That picture, was of him with another girl. More specifically, my then-rival Jessica Abrahms. She was one of the biggest actresses at the time with her own movie series and she was extremely pretty, that was probably why Harry chose her over me.
When I saw that picture, I stayed holed up in my apartment for days. My manager had tried to get into my place to drag me out and get me to do something productive, but I just couldn't. I was broken. How could Harry betray me that easily? Was I not pretty enough? Had I not given him enough satisfaction?
He always called me pretty, he would always tell me that I was always the one girl in the world that he would never let go. He also told me that I was special and he would protect me forever and stay with me through the ups and lows. He broke all of those promises though and now I was all alone. I had nobody to praise me, nobody that I could talk to, nobody that I could trust. He wasn't only my boyfriend, but he was also my best friend that I used to rely on for everything.
I ended up staying in my bed for a month and I had stared at my phone constantly hoping for a text or a call. It never did happen and I had slowly been breaking down more and more. If my manager Beatrice hadn't gotten people to break my door open, I probably wouldn't have been alive right now. That's why I'm so thankful of her.
Just thinking about this made a tear go down my cheek. It's been five years since then and now I'm twenty-four. I had gotten my major breakthrough with a hit rom-com, "How Dare You". After that movie, I got a bunch of movie offers and after some rigorous filming I had starred in 20 movies and I was in the spotlight. I promised to not let anyone in anymore though and I kept to myself. I built my walls up and didn't talk to anyone except for my manager. Obviously, I would have a chat with my co-stars and sometimes hang out with them, but I never let them in too deep into my life.
You must be wondering who this boy I'm talking about is. It's Harry Styles, the member of the world renowned band "One Direction". I have no idea how he's doing right now or if he even remembers me, but I do hope he's doing well even though I hate him with every ounce of my heart. He made a perfectly happy-go-lucky girl turn all depressed. I had to go to countless therapy sessions and when I had finally started to accept that Harry left me, I dyed my blonde hair that everyone praised into a dark, dark brown. I also avoided all the award shows One Direction went to and made sure that nobody ever talked about him in front of me or put anything mentioning him near me.
I sometimes do end up thinking of him though, like now, and I cry. I've shed so many tears over him, but he'll never know since he's probably still too busy with Jessica. I'll make sure that one day I'll get him back for ruining me, but that's when I'm ready to face him once again. For now, I'll stay the fake me. The me that smiles, laughs, giggles when I'm outside but turns all glum when I'm at home. The me that pretends that Harry Styles never existed.