natachristmas · @Rumbleroar97
8th Jun 2012 from Twitlonger
(Poetry. Harry's POV)
America.
That one word, the one country that everything started in.
"Lose weight."
"Cover the tattoos."
"Get some muscles."
"No tweeting the fans."
Everyone was getting stressed out, irritated.
Even Liam.
"We're shaping into people our fans don't even recognize anymore!"
Liam was pacing while ranting, mostly to himself. I couldn't help but answer him.
"I don't think the fans care anymore. As long as we stay 'hot'."
I sighed.
All for the fans.
We didn't care about the money.
Everything we did was for the fans.
We hadn't forgotten how we'd gotten here.
We started out as five boys just taking a chance.
We were idiots.
Poorly experienced.
We got lucky.
People have been waiting a lifetime for what we have.
Why is that?"
"...and as if Danielle doesn't have feelings!"
Back in 2010, we were nothing but ourselves.
Just 'five idiots on the stairs'.
So why is it that all of a sudden we needed to change?
"...Larry Stylinson is getting out of control..."
Haters.
They wanted me to be fit.
They wanted Niall to be hotter.
They wanted Louis to be normal.
And they've won.
Fake fans.
The ones who don't know our story.
Looks.
That's all we are to them.
"Come on, we've got the book signing to head off to."
I put on my smile that everyone needed, and we went.
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After getting set up, we all sat at the signing table trying to get comfortable.
"An' as if Demi Lovato's a bad person."
I listened to Niall talk about the fans.
Relationships.
That was another problem.
And we can't fix it.
We can't change the way our fans feel.
Eleanor, Danielle, Perrie.
Now Demi, and they weren't even together.
'Talentless'.
'Beard'.
'Fake'.
'Ugly'.
'Undeserving'.
As if they spoke to us on a daily basis.
They should be liking us for our music.
Our story.
Not the girlfriends.
They shouldn't be worried about our love lives.
It's personal.
"It's hard to quit smoking..."
We were here pursuing our dreams.
Not to be cheesy.
Not to act gay.
Not to look good.
We just want to be ourselves.
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Even our fans were fighting amongst themselves.
What was real?
What was fake?
What did management put in place?
"Harrrrrry!"
I smiled up at the fan's bright face.
This was what it was about.
The fans' smiles.
They're brilliant.
And that's why we do what we do.
More fans came up, complimenting, smiling.
They're nice and pleasant in public.
But on the Internet?
"Can you write 'I love Julia' right there?"
I agreed and continued smiling.
More fans.
Screaming and squealing.
Happy now, angry later.
Some drama story would be out.
Maybe Louis would say something wrong.
Maybe Niall would laugh too much.
Maybe Liam would lose control.
"Hello Harry."
Normal tone, normal voice.
I looked up and saw the girl that placed a photo on the table.
Our first picture.
She looked at me.
She wasn't even smiling.
"I miss them."
I looked up at her thoughtfully, as well as the rest of the boys.
"You didn't have to change."
The area was getting quiet.
More fans were listening.
"You didn't have to become shy."
She looked at Zayn.
"Some people loved your 'forever young' attitude."
She looked at Louis.
"Some people support Danielle."
She looked over at Liam.
"I loved your old style."
She looked at Niall.
Security.
The started for her.
"You didn't have to lose weight, or cover up anything."
She looked directly into my eyes.
Security.
"You have supporting fans."
"But you've forgotten, it seems."
"You've changed because of the haters."
Security.
"I fell in love with five, imperfect, idiots."
They grabbed her.
"Not perfect, fake, young adults."
"Not people I can barely recognize."
They started to pull.
She was still directly staring at me.
"Remember where you started?"
"Remember your luck?"
"Don't lose yourselves."
"Remember fans like ME."
And she was gone.
And from what I noticed.
I guess I was too.
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The One Direction now, is not the One Direction I fell in love with.