at 16 years old, harry was told that him loving another man was wrong. at 16 years old, he was made to believe that falling in love with his male bandmate was wrong, that it could conflict with his rising fame and risk his career. at 16 years old, he was +++

+++ forced to take classes that taught him how to hide his love from the public eye, he was told that if he showed his admiration publicly, he would face horrible consequences. at 16 years old, he was made to be perceived as a womanizer, to be with a different woman every +++

+++ night, that he was romantically & sexually involved with woman nearly double his age. as a teenager, he was made into a sex symbol, made into someone that all female followers could drool over. he was forced to hide his sexuality, to hide his relationship in order to fit +++

+++ this image, in order to keep his name in the public’s mouths. at 19 years old, he wrote a song about yearning so much for this person he loved, that he was was okay with watching them be swept up by someone else. he was okay with only having a part of their heart, with +++

+++ being number 2. at 19 years old, he wrote this song that encaptured his thoughts, that spoke the words he couldn’t say. he cared so much for this song that he gave it away, so he could keep the pronouns as he wrote them, so it wouldn’t be tainted. as a teenager, +++

a TEENAGER, harry was forced to play a person that wasn’t him. he was forced to do things he would never even dream up, he was forced to live a lie. at 16 fucking years old.

— i’m muting this now bc negativity makes me anxious, but thanks for all the kind words & i’m sorry for hurting yall