Harry frowned as he was scrolling through social media. Apparently, he was given the image of a "womanizer" by his management.
This infuriated Harry. How were the fans supposed to like someone like that? How were they supposed to like someone who sleeps around with girls and breaks their hearts?
Harry put down his phone and walked to the mirror. He examined every detail of him. His curly hair, his green eyes and his pearly white skin. What was not to love about the boy?
He knew that all the kids in his old school either dreamed about being with him or dreamed about being him. However, he always ignored it. He always found a way to shrug the attention off.
Now he was stuck in the same position. Squealing fans thinking they have a chance with him. Boys being jealous of him because he got all the girls.
Haters hating him for all the attention he's getting.
Ah, the haters. Always hating on Harry. Harry wanted to know why he was hated by the haters so much.
Some hate him for his popularity. Others are just jealous guys hating on him because he stole their girl. And there's those who hate him just because.
And then there's the ones who hate him for his image. They hate him for sleeping around with girls and only being a short time with them. They called him a "slut" and a "manwhore" and a "womanizer."
In real life, however, Harry is different. Harry doesn't objectify women. He respects them. He knows the pain that some of them go through to give birth to men just so that those men team up against them to objectify them.
His mum raised him to be a man who respects women. She taught him that men respect women and vice versa. She didn't raise him to live up this image that his management is giving him.
Harry was mad now. If only the world could see that he wasn't what his management made him look like he was.
But he couldn't do anything about it. The contract clearly said that if he objected doing anything management told him to do then he would get in trouble.
Management told him that he couldn't come out. They told him that he couldn't be queer in public. He couldn't have any boyfriends.
He couldn't have Louis.
Of course, Louis's contract said the same thing. He couldn't be gay in public. So neither Harry or Louis could be free with each other.
So Harry was stuck with his image of liking women and women only. No men.
He went on Twitter and read some of the hate comments.
@ bts_stan_uwu: Ugh. Harry Styles is such a slut. Sleeping with tons of women? Ew.
@ karen_smith: Why is anyone into that Harry Styles fag? I try to keep my daughters away from him.
@ john_white: What's the deal with that Harry Styles dude? He doesn't even look attractive. Heck, I looked better in my day.
@ justanotherhuman: I hate Harry Styles.
Harry was now crying. He didn't like that people hated him. But then again, you can't please everybody.
All of a sudden, he heard a rustling of keys outside the door and someone opening it.
"Harry, I'm home!"
Harry tried wiping his tears away so that Louis didn't see him cry.
Just then, he heard his room bust open and a gasp being let out.
"Harry! What's wrong?"