Harry Styles was a famous global pop singer, who Louis Tomlinson simply couldn’t stand. You were 23 years old, and Harry was was 21. One day, one of your mates, Zayn, had played Harry’s music at a party one time, and it had ruined your entire evening. You didn’t know why you hated Harry, as it wasn’t as if you knew him personally. Maybe it was just because he was everywhere. Every shop, every household, especially your nieces’, who were obsessed with him entirely. He weren’t a bad person, either. His reputation was pristine. Not a bad thing was said about him, so you disliking him was unusual. Your mates laughed and said it was because you fancied him, but you just told them to piss off, and said you were too old for that shite. However, whilst walking down the street one day, you found yourself face to face with the pop-idol himself. He was running from paparazzi late at night and accidentally collided with you, proving your point as to why he was utterly insufferable.