Harry was beyond upset. His band mates didn’t even want to continue with him in this band. He had always thought about leaving the group, but he never left in the sense that this was his dream; it was all of their dreams. He never wanted to ruin it for all of them.

So now, as Harry contemplated walking out the front door and never coming back, he became even more pained then he already was. Not only had his heart been ripped apart last night, but also now he felt as if his heart was temporarily mended then torn apart before him.

It was wonder to him that he hadn’t seen the separation before. The way the boys had been so distant not only from him but from each other as well. They thought they could make this better by getting Harry a girlfriend, but they thought wrong. Love, though powerful in mending he broken, certainly was not the answer to their problem.

Then, it struck him. Love. Love, love, love… Love was the start of their problems, and love has been the end of their unsolved problems. Love. Love is strong as hate with a burning passion that can make or break a person. It is the reason for Zayn and Perrie getting married; it is the reason for Louis and Eleanor’s long time relationship; it is the reason that Harry had built his walls in the first place. Love. It’s the most spectacular, indescribable feeling you get for someone.

But with love… there is heartbreak…

Harry sighed, unknowing of what to do. If only such a powerful thing as love didn’t exist. It occurred to Harry that the reason to all of his heartbreak and walls and sadness were all because of love.

“Online dating. Psh… I don’t need love,” he said in distaste, picking at his fingernails in frustration. The monitor on his computer blinked. “Great, another suitor? I don’t think so.”

Harry angrily walked over to where his laptop sat, plopping his body into the chair and logging on. The first screen that popped up just so happened to be the “stupid” website with three new notifications. Without looking at them, Harry moved his mouse to click on the settings button.

‘What is the purpose for using this sight if they never actually cared in the first place?’ he thought to himself. He scrolled down until he found the button he was looking for.

DELETE ACCOUNT.

He clicked the button receiving a pop up notice in return.

ARE YOU SURE? Y/N.

Harry didn’t hesitate to click yes. A bar started to appear to show percentage in completing the task, but just as the rate hit 86%, his whole screen went black. Blank. Empty. Dead. Just like that.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled out angrily. His left hand flew up to his mouth in realization at the horrendous slip he made. Cautiously, Harry slowly started to hit random keys on his keyboard in hopes of gaining power. He went click-angry with his mouse, clicking rapidly until the mouse icon finally appeared on his screen.

He sighed in relief that his computer was still intact and that he wouldn’t need to waste cash, though not much of a problem for him, to get it fixed. His hand went to push the power button when an odd note popped up on his scream.

ThatInvisibleGirl: Test… test… test… Is this thing broken?

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before noticing that his cursor is in fact blinking. He looked at the note one more time, unsure of what it meant or who “ThatInvisibleGirl”, if it even is a person, might be. He quickly typed out a message noticing that his username came out as “JustYourNormalGuy”.

JustYourNormalGuy: I think it’s broken because mine is too…

Harry wasn’t exactly sure why he decided to even think about responding, but he found that not even his power button was working. Just his keys and mouse.

ThatInvisibleGirl: What is this thing then? One minute I’m trying to post something on tumblr, the next minute my screen blacks out and this pops up which brings us to where we are now
JustYourNormalGuy: That happened to me too…
ThatInvisibleGirl: Really? A guy… on tumblr?

Harry didn’t even question what he was doing until now. If he told this random screen name that he was trying to delete an account for an online dating website, especially since it clearly stated the user is a girl, he would be setting himself up for humiliation.

JustYourNormalGuy: Well, it wasn’t exactly tumblr, but my screen went completely black

What he explained isn’t technically a lie, but it’s definitely not the whole truth.

ThatInvisibleGirl: Sure… So what do we do? How do we fix this?
JustYourNormalGuy: I don’t know. Does it look like I’m tech support?
ThatInvisibleGirl: Haha. Well, maybe it’s just an odd occurrence and our computers will go back to normal after a while. Want to pass the time while we wait for some miracle of the sort?

Harry found it odd that the girl, if it even is a girl, wasn’t in so much of a hurry to call tech support to get back to tumblr. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to face his friends either, so he may as well find some company in this.

JustYourNormalGuy: How so?
ThatInvisibleGirl: We could just talk, or type I guess, about stuff. Like… What were you doing before you got on tumblr?
JustYourNormalGuy: First of all, I wasn’t on tumblr. Second of all, I’m not even sure why I’m typing right now. Third of all, I just got in a slight argument with one of my best mates
ThatInvisibleGirl: Okay fine you weren’t on tumblr! And argument about what exactly?

Could he tell this stranger about what he had been through? It was most likely that he would never meet her in person, but anything he types could possibly identify him causing a massive load of trouble considering he doesn’t know the capabilities the other person may or may not have. The tumblr factor wasn’t exactly a good thing either. For all he knows, it could be a One Direction blog, but then again the username said otherwise.

JustYourNormalGuy: Well it’s kind of a long story…
ThatInvisibleGirl: Well we kind of have some time. I don’t think our computers are going to get fixed any time soon, and it’s not like you know me so shoot.

It was as if the user could read his mind as she told him “it’s not like you know me”. The fact that this is completely true gave him the courage to tell her. But mostly, he just needed to get this off his chest. What better way to do it then by telling a stranger?

JustYourNormalGuy: Okay. All of my friends are convinced I need a girlfriend to… move on… from past events. I can literally say I haven’t talked to a lot to even my closest friends and family for the past few years. I just can’t even think of the possibility of moving on. I don’t feel like I need love… You get what I’m saying?

There was a lengthy pause between his message and hers. Harry was almost convinced that she had gone, but he didn’t care whether or not she replied because now he felt free. He felt free for being able to explain his situation to someone other than people who wouldn’t listen.

ThatInvisibleGirl: Have you ever thought that maybe you just need a new friend? Someone who doesn’t know all of your problems but listens to you anyways

Her response caught Harry by surprise. A friend? Sure he has friends and, although he fails to see it, they care about him, but a friend who doesn’t know about all of his flaws? A person who doesn’t even care about all of his past; someone who is just there for him…

The idea seemed almost absurd, to have a friend who doesn’t want background information on you. Every single past mistake, accomplishment, flaw, imperfection, and goal unspoken of. A friend who stands by you no matter your past.

Harry started to realize that he could use a friend like that, because all of the people who claim to be his friends are constantly letting him down. He appreciated the effort the lads made to get back into love, but all he ever really needed is a friend.

JustYourNormalGuy: I guess I never thought of that…
ThatInvisibleGirl: See? Now you just need to find a new friend.

He thought about this. Who could he possibly get to be his friend without freaking out, being in for the fame, wanting attention, or whatever else may come with the “perks” of being famous. It would be hard to find someone like that…

‘Who could possibly be my friend?’ He thought. Then it hit him.

JustYourNormalGuy: I think I just did…

*knock-knock* “Harry?” a small voice asked with a hint of sorrow in the mix. Harry quickly identified Liam who sighed from behind the locked door. “Look, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It sort of just slipped out unconsciously, and I’m truly sorry. I get that you might still be mad at me, but I just wanted to apologize.”

Harry sighed. He didn’t want to be mad at Liam. It was an honest mistake, and he meant no harm to emotion. Liam just really cared for Harry’s well being and got mad at him for not understanding that he wasn’t the only one.

Harry sighed and stood up. He unlocked the door and opened it wide. “I’m sorry, too, Liam. We are brothers after all. We shouldn’t be fighting; I know you would never really mean that you wanted me to leave. You’d miss me too much.”

Liam chuckled, but pulled Harry into a small hug. “Same old, cheeky little Harry. We have an interview to get to; we leave in twenty. Be ready.”

“Ugh! It’s too early to have an interview. Can’t we reschedule or something. I’m tired.” In reality though, Harry wasn’t tired at all. He just wanted more time to chat with ThatInvisibleGirl before he would lose contact.

“Yes, it’s early for an interview. That’s why it’s called This Morning. Now, get ready. We can’t be wasting time.”

Harry groaned as Liam walked away to wake up the other boys. He slumped back into the desk chair to read the last message.

ThatInvisibleGirl: I think I did too :) I have to go, but you can kik me at the same username shown. I hope to hear from you xD