Everybody calls me Harry Styles... Harry thought to himself as he walked to his bedroom. Even Louis calls me Harry Styles... it's what everyone is used to. For some reason or another, he was trying to tell himself that no, it's not okay to go around randomly changing his name for no apparent reason. Then again, there were the odds to consider: unfriendly people, his haunting relationship flaws.

Nobody but Louis needs to know my new name, Harry reasoned out to himself. No one can go around blackmailing me because Louis will kill them if they even once think of using me as an excuse for their petty little lies. Harry knew that he was being overconfident in Louis' ablity to conceal his secret, but he liked to think that Louis could be trusted that much. He was, after all, the person Harry called "best friend".

I trust my best friend, right? Harry asked himself. I trust the person who calls me Hardy Har Har and in return, I call him Boo or Tommo Boy. I trust the one I can always laugh and cry with because we're that close.
But the world cannot be my best friend. Harry thought, raising his head. He now faced the golden mirror looming in front of him. This is the new me. I can't blindly trust-I'm 21, not 18, and definately not 5.

Harry smiled for the first time since he had left home. The reflection staing back at him reflected a cheery face and charismatic dimples on his cheek. From now on, call me Harold Smiles, Harry told his reflection.The perfect boy is gone. Say good-bye now, to Harry Styles.

Notes

Chapter 1, peeps.

For your knowledge, you can also find this shit on onedirectionfanfiction.com under the username Topthepareem.

LOL... Harold Smiles.

Anyway, read on and enjoy~