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My name is Harry Styles, I’m 18 years old, and I have a super power. No, I can’t fly or shoot lasers from my eyes, or any of that crap from the comic books. I know when someone's lying. When someone tells a lie, any lie, to me or to anyone, I know the truth. What they really mean. There are no lies in my world, or there is nothing but. I hear what people say to me and for some reason I just know the truth. I have no explanation, I’m just involuntarily cursed with the truth. Every superhero has an enemy, mine is Louis Tomlinson. No, he doesn't have the weird ability to tell when people are lying, as I do. He’s not a danger to humanity, and he doesn't have some sort of police record. He is just simply the guy that changed my life, the guy that I completely fell in love with. So in order for you to understand any of this, I have to tell you a story, a different story, not like the usual fairy-tale endings, a story about Harry Styles.
I realized that I had this power, or ability as you may, when I was 5 years old. My mom was an alcoholic. She was always out drinking, and I was always home with Des, my dad. I would ask Des why my mom never comes home to tuck me in before I’d go to sleep, and he’d simply say, “She’s working late again”. I knew the truth, she’s drinking her life out. My life pretty much went like that. I always knew the truth, and I just had to deal with it. Sometimes it would be useful, but more often than not, it was more of a curse. Yeah, taking advantage of this “gift” I have is wrong, but God, or whoever the hell is in charge up there, gave me this, so I might as well fucking use it. Though sometimes, I wish I wasn't this way. I wish I didn't know when someone was lying to me. I wish I didn't know that those guys that said they liked me only wanted a quick fuck. I wish I didn't know that a lot of fucking people hate my guts, or that they think I’m some fucking weird ass loser. I guess it’s pretty much my fault that mostly everyone hates me. I tend to distant myself from everyone, knowing the truth all the time can get overwhelming.
I’m not a total loser; I do have my best friends Niall, and Liam. Then again, I think the only reason they’re still my friends is because we've known each other since we were little kids. At this point I think they just pity me. And then there’s Zayn Malik, my boyfriend. He’s kind of the only reason people put up with my crap. He’s the captain of the football team, and the most popular kid in school. Though he’s gay, people don’t really care, he’s still king of the school. Anyways, I like Zayn; he’s nice and keeps me company. Now, he’s not one of those charming princes from those Disney movies, but he’s kind of all I have right now. I wish I did have a prince, someone who doesn't take me to eat at the same restaurant every night, and fucks me in the back of his truck after that. I do wish I had that someone who took me out on creative, somewhat romantic, dates. The biggest thing I wish for though is someone who never lies to me, but that person only exists in movies. Everybody lies. I learned that a long time ago.