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This is what I have so far of the new oneshot!! Lemme know what you think :)

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i.

Harry's lonely.

Lonely and stressed. He knows it doesn't make any sense. He's Harry. . .Harry Styles -- famous -- and no matter how much he hates the title, he knows what it includes. People swarming him, friends in each country, phone with a throng of messages and calls with people requesting his presence at gallery openings, wanting to catch him for lunch, hanging out, recording, drinking, clubbing. A multitude of opportunities to not feel the crushing emptiness of sitting in his living room, watching the telly by himself, turning to laugh at the person next to him only to find the seat empty. 

When he was in One Direction, it kind of didn't happen; constantly was he surrounded by a hoard of people, friends or acquaintances at least all around him. It had made his alone time special, sure, but only because he had ample time of socializing with people he knew truly cared for him. Same with his solo tour -- a lot of people, a lot of the time, but it was okay. . .it was good. He chose to surround himself with people that meant something to him and had his best interest in mind, so that each day he felt safe, welcomed, and warm everywhere he was, whether it be in Jamaica, Sweden, or anything in between. 

But when that was over -- when tour was ended, everything was said and done, everyone returned to their normal lives with their families and friends. . .well, he felt a bit hollow inside. Even as he was working on this second album and had people around him, they did go home, while Harry carried the stress of wanting this album to be something he's proud of, all alone. Maybe he was selfish for wishing he could feel full and wanted by the people he wants to want him, but he couldn't help it. That was much better than being sat on a California king with only him on the mattress. 

It's not even about wanting a significant other, either, or sex. While it would be nice, just a companion would be wonderful as well.

So why was he scrolling through a camgirl site? 

Well, Harry did get horny, he was a bleeding human wasn't he? And there was something about porn that just felt too empty, so he either touches himself with memories of an encounter, or just focusing on how good the feeling of his hands were. He'd just been about to touch himself to the thought of his last hookup, however a glimmer of something sparked in the back of his mind, niggling it's way to the surface like a worm searching through packed dirt. A few of the crew members had been talking about a some camgirl website with a partnering camboy website that had a few pretty good people on them; apart from the faux feeling of porn. What had stuck out to him, when he was definitely eavesdropping pretending he had been picking at the snack bar, was how one of them had described it as "a cure for loneliness and a boner" -- and Harry was prone to having both quite often. 

After about a ten minute search trying to find the least seedy looking one, he decides on one (if he picked it mostly because it had a lavender colored background, then that was really his business wasn't it?) and clicks it without much thought. His decision making feels a little crass, as he could only choose who to watch by a picture of themselves and nothing else, but he gets over it when his prick throbs, reminding him that he had technically come here with a purpose. 

He clicks and exits out of several girls, before he settles on one. Mostly because she was sat facing the camera, contrasting the ten or so who had it set just beneath their chin. She didn't. . .seem, like a camgirl -- Harry knows it's a shit thing to put labels on people, but she just didn't carry that vibe with her. Not as she sat before the camera, still wearing a sweater, knuckling at her eye tiredly, looking weary but smiling all the same. 

"Course, m'tired Viktor -- why don't you try waking up for a 9AM class after staying up all night with you guys, huh?" 

Her voice was nice and comforting, somehow; like slipping into the warmth of his covers when his house is freezing cold. The tense he hadn't recognized was in his shoulders had begun to ease out, slowly sinking into the mass of pillows behind him as his eyes stayed trained on the screen, watching the chat spark up, every few seconds someone having something to say. 

bratty thing you are

if u hadn't taken so long to cum then u could've been in bed by one

Feisty thing! 

i could take care of u, wldnt even need college

"First of all, you lot knew I was a brat from the start, so stop actin' so surprised," she huffs, then adds on, "N'that's very sweet of you Rhinoman, but y'a guys already take care of me jus' fine." Harry feels like a spectator looking into someone's private life -- she speaks so familiarly with these men, like they'd been friends for years, and these friends of hers just also happened to pay her so she'd touch herself on camera. He's so intrigued by the amity within the room, between those in the chat box and her, that he almost misses her greeting him, "Hi, user7439," she grins and it takes him a moment to realize that that was his default name, "We love newbies here! Thank you for picking my chat over all the other great girls on here. Between you, me, n'the lamppost though, I head I'm the best." 

With a playful wink at the camera, Harry thinks both his heart and cock throb at the same time.

His hands hover over the keyboard. He couldn't just ignore her could he? He'd feel like a proper arse if he did, even if it was the internet, and she had no way of finding out it was him -- she'd just went out of her way to welcome him into the room even though he had no account, which none of the others had done. It only felt right to at least respond. 

So he types a simple, Hello and leaves it at that. Though he worries that it came off quite short, this girl doesn't seem to mind at all, clapping her hands together, "You've made it just in time too! We're going to decide how I get to cum tonight, or if I even get to cum at all --" she gives the chat box a chance to ding their response, before pouting at them, "I know, I know, I promised to show off me candles and bras I got from the mall, but m'too tired to get all prettied for you guys," she brushes her hair out of her face, a few small pieces that had strayed from her bun, "If you're so mad at me, then don' let me cum, yeah? Guess I deserve a punishment for gettin' your hopes up."

Harry's heart begins to hammer, a glimmer of excitement beading in his abdomen. There was no way to describe it -- why in a few short moments it felt like he might be watching a friend getting ready to get themselves off, and for some reason that was just. . .more thrilling than watching just anyone getting off. He remembers the first time he'd been offered a circle jerk -esque ordeal, the anticipation and buzzing that had billowed through his body when they'd all agreed to it. That same feeling has settled within him now, as he watches her place the webcam lower down on her bed (he supposes it was attached to her laptop), revealing that she had a thin pink pair of panties and Christmas socks, despite it being the beginning of November.