The Neighbour Downstairs

Chapter 2: Stars thoughts

One thing you should know about Harry Styles is that he does not sign his books. Yes they have an author's name in the cover but it's an aliases. For those who don't know an aliases is when a person uses a fake name because she doesn't want to be recognized to the public eye.

Harry very much likes his privacy indeed, he likes to be able to walk down the street without cameras being shoved in his face, go to the grocery shop without being followed by anyone, having dinner at the local restaurant with his mates without people approaching him every five minutes to ask for pictures or an autograph, basically Harry likes to live his everyday life like a normal 24 year old lad.

Also the mystery led his books into a whole new dimension. He was no Nicholas Sparks, no his books didn't make it to movies, at least not yet, but the fact that no one knew what Harry looked like, if he was an old man with grease hair and a white beard, of if he was a business man trying to escape his office routine, or even if he was in fact a girl. No one knew his name or face and the appealing of reading his books in the hope of understanding and maybe finding out who this mysterious author was made people buy and ask for more books.

Of course some people knew that Octavius L. Palark was in fact Harry Styles, his family, that included his mom and sister, his two best mates, and of course his publicist and manager. For the outside world Octavius is probably an elderly man with amazing life experience that's just too old and embarrassed to show his face, at least that was what the most recent E!News report said about him.

Harry remembers being at the local cafe, eating his blueberry muffin and sipping his green tea when the news came up, he laughed so hard that people thought he was crazy just laughing to himself, but he couldn't help it. The speculation by social media, and paparazzi, and magazines, and tv shows of whom this author really was amused Harry because they couldn't be more far from the truth.

Harry doesn't do book signings and in interviews he pulls a Sia card! His face was never shown to the public eye and the curly boy likes it that way.

So It was not difficult for Harry to write love stories, he found it easy to say the words everyone was looking forward to read and hear, it was very simple for him to make up a couple and the romance between them. He sometimes went to the park outside his house and just looked around for couples on a walk, having a picnic; he once observed a fight that ended up in a massive snogging session, Cliché much Harry thought at the time.

One thing Harry learned through the years of experience is that people search for clichés, they search for that kiss in the rain at night, for that knock on the window at 3am, for the hearts and flowers after a fight, for the pizza at random ours just because, for the displays of affection in public, they search for everything they don't have but desperately want.

It was all he was looking forward really.

The thing was: Harry wrote about love even though he never proper experienced it himself. He never felt the butterflies in his tummy, the heart trying to escape in his chest and beating like it would explode, the lack of air in his lungs like he would collapse any second, the dizzy brain with the thoughts of that person, the body shaking from the lack of touch, the sleepless nights wondering what that person was doing and how their next encounter would be, the replaying of every single moment over and over again in his mind.

Harry never fell in love.

He had people which whom he had relationships in the last couple of years of course and he liked them very much but loved was a different story. He loved his mom and sister but the love that makes you do stupid crazy stuff Harry never felt it. He never experienced it and the desire for that to happen burned through his bones like wild fire.