𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 {𝐇.𝐒}

Chapter One

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Harry Styles

There's a scream from deep within my soul that forces its way from my mouth-it's as if my terrified soul has unleashed a demon. All I feel is anger, the blazing fury that hugs my skin. I know for a fact that I should be feeling great since this is my last tour stop of the United States. However, with the ongoing media revealing things I didn't do, I couldn't help but grab the lamp in my changing room and throw it against the ivory painted wall.

I watch as it breaks into pieces and I feel myself fall onto the carpeted floor with a thud. Don't get me wrong, I love the spotlight. I even understood the good and bad things about it but now that I'm living with it, I didn't know how to handle it. It seems like the world has compressed me down into pieces and I'm left fighting to grab a breath over the ocean' waves-but it's no use whatsoever.

I grab my IPhone and stare at the same article that I was previously staring at. My jaw clenches and teeth grit as I see the bad things I've done. Obviously they're exaggerating but what if they aren't? Did it look as bad as they make it out to be? Who f*cken knows anymore. My eyes just keep scanning the words like my life depended on it and I couldn't seem to pull them away from it.

"Harry Styles cheats on Rosalie with another woman. Who is that woman you may ask? Well, according to my sources, she's a French model who really captures the eye. What a shame. Did Harry Styles really think he can keep this in the dark when his life is always in the spotlight? I guess not. Stick around, we have more news coming up.

My eyes just kept reading over it. I know that I didn't cheat-in fact, all I did was hang out with a woman who happened to be my sister' best friend. I didn't kiss her or even have sex and now apparently the news is saying I did?

I turn my phone off and take in a deep breath. "Hey, it's time to go out there, mate!" Jeffrey exclaims as he rushes into my changing room. He spots me on my knees and ambles over to the couch. "You okay, man? Need a few minutes?" He asks and I quickly shake my head. I jump back onto my feet and run my hand through my shortish chestnut coloured hair.

"I'm fine. Let's just get this over with," I snap. Clenching my jaw, I turn my back and walk over to where my crew and band are. As they scatter around, I grab my guitar and some people come over. They begin adjusting my clothes, hair and my equipment which they always did in previous shows-I mean, that's what I paid them to do anyways.

"Okay, you're on in five. Are you ready?" Jeffrey asks and I nod without hesitation. I was born to be in the spotlight so what makes him think I'm not ready to go up there? Just the incredible feeling of people praising you and screaming your name always made me go up there time after time. Call me a narcissist, I don't give a single flying f*ck. "Go!" He says.

Taking my cue, I bolt after my band and make my way onto the stage where thousands of girls and guys happened to be for me. With the screams and cries of each person, I feel a smile grazing my lips and I tighten my grip onto my guitar. The feeling is incredible as people come to just see me and not anyone else. What can I say? Being praised was something that flowed within my veins.

"What's up, Uncasville! How's everyone doing?" I shout into the microphone. With the screams of people, I know for a fact they're doing very well-especially because I'm here. As I stare around the Mohegan Sun Arena, I see complete darkness except the bright phones shining and the lights of my equipment bringing the luminescence. "Now, without further adieu, let's get jamming!" I exclaim as I begin to play the intro of 'Golden'.

The screams get even louder as I continue to yell the lyrics into microphone. Just the feeling of adrenaline flowing through my veins from their constant praises, I couldn't help but forget about all the ridiculous articles that I stumbled across just minutes ago. I guess being on stage just had that effect.

As I begin playing 'Kiwi', I continue to hear the screams of lyrics floating in the air. It really is all a dream come true. People came across the world to see me perform their favourite songs that I happened to write. Isn't this better than worrying about the media? Shouldn't I just be worrying about making new music and winning awards? Damn right I should.

But that's when it happens.

Half way through my song, the lights switch off and the whole arena falls into the darkness. With the constant screams, I feel my heart beating with every second. What the hell just happened? Aren't we prepared for something like this? "It's okay, guys! Please remain calm. It's just a small technical difficulty!" I shout into the microphone but no one seems to be paying attention to me anymore.

I turn to see my crew scattering around and I look over to Mitch with furrowed eyebrows. "I don't know what happened, man. Ask Jeff!" He exclaims as he removes the guitar strap off him and places the instrument on the side lines. Like seriously though, what happened? Who the f*ck ruined my show?

However, my train of thought is cut off when I see a projector cast a glow onto the wall behind me. I turn to see visual images flooding over it-an animal like a snake and especially a lioness. My eyes widen as I hear the drums and guitars playing in the background and I feel my heart beating even faster than before. What the hell is this?

With the hues of red, gold and black, I know for a fact that this isn't apart of my show. With the roar of the lioness and a shrilling screech, a sentence comes into display. My mind wanders around of who could be behind this ridiculous game and why would they do this. Don't I already have enough bad press in the media and now this is going to ruin it for me. The words of are you ready for it? comes into display with black bold letters and I feel my heart pick up without hesitation.

With the screams echoing in my ears, my eyes remain trained onto the visual images that continue to scribble against the wall. What kind of mess is this and why did they do it? Is this kind of joke-nightmare? Abruptly, I hear the piercing noise of a microphone and that's when I hear her voice.

"I'm coming for you, Styles,"

And that motherf*ker laughs.

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~Love, Natalie