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