DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

One

       It's been a week since I sent that ridiculous email. I've started to regret it since then. What if they actually did read their emails? That's embaressing. Granted, I feel like I wrote it just to get some things that were buried deep for so long out. Doesn't mean I had to do it actually emailing someone. I could have written it down on a peice of paper and thrown it out! Now someone might actually read it. As I let it stress me out once again for who knows what time, I grab my familiar tattered copy of Wuthering Heights and dive into the pages. The words enveloping my heart as they always do, I can escape for the moment.

Harry

        I don't usually check the fan emails. They usually forward me the ones that have to do with a charity. Having the day off with nothing to do in this stuffy hotel, I decide to log into the account. I read a few thanking me then go to a few telling me I need to cut my hair. I roll my eyes and run a hand through my curls. Not going to happen. I come across one that just reads 'Dear Harry,' and I click on it. It's short, I decide to read it.

        Dear Harry,

        I don't know what I'm doing right now, emailing a stupid celebrity. On a drunk wind, I purchased your newest CD, Four. Can't say I've ever been a fan of One Direction. I bet you're not even reading this, so I don't feel so bad I guess. Deciding to get the most out of the $11.99 I spent on your CD instead of more drinks, I listened to it. All of it. Now here I am, emailing the one and only Harry Styles for relationship advice.

        I laugh a little. This girl is funny. I don't understand why in hell she's asking me for relationship advice. She must not pay attention to the tabloids. I feel a little pang in my heart, one I've become used to. The shitty image I've gotten myself into for having too many girls as friends. I know what's true and what isn't, but it still feels wrong.

        I've been with this guy for four years. Sometimes I wonder what the hell I'm actually doing. I love him, I really do. I just keep asking myself if there's more. I'm mentally slapping myself for thinking this, but I'm blaming your CD. It made me question everything. It made me wonder why there's this band out there who is telling me everything I need to hear, but don't want to hear. (does that make sense?)

        My main question is, how many songs have you really written from personal experiences? Because I've heard Little Things, and I know what you guys do. You want to make women feel good about themselves, I get it. But is it real? My expectations have made a trip through the roof since I've started listeing to your music and I just don't know what to do. Do I really love this guy? Because he will never talk to me like your lyrics do, he'll never love me like you say you love. 

        Four years is a long time, I have yet to know what a four year relationship feels like. Frankly, this email is doing nothing for me. It's making me like relationships a little less than I already do. I blame the media for that one. She can't blame Four on her relationship problems though. I wrote a lot of it, it is from our personal experiences. It's her own fault if she finds herself questioning her love for this guy. We all happen to be good guys, it's unfortunate for the fangirls though. It's not that we don't like dating fans, it's just very difficult to determine when they're actually there for us.

        I once had a girl throw her number on stage, the nice guy I am, I called her after the show. When I said who I was all I heard was screaming. I love every one of my fans, but sometimes I wish they'd treat me like I'm a normal person.

         I did love the album, despite the new thoughts that have been planted in my brain. I'm not even expecting a reply, I just think I needed to get it out of my system. 

        -Jamie

        Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the bloody album Jamie. I shouldn't be salty towards her, she found something in the album. That's what an artist can only hope for. She bought it while she was drunk, not being a One Direction fan. I looked around the room, sure there was no security checking in on me.

        My fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment, I decide to email her back. 

Author's Note: Hey! This story is completely unplanned and just sort of popped into my head. I'll write it when I feel like it, I just kinda wanted to see where I could take it. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, don't forget to leave a comment. I love hearing from readers.