You (Harry Styles) were sixteen years old in year eleven in secondary school. You and Louis Tomlinson had been sworn enemies since the two of you could remember. Every year, your school hosts a charity event to raise money for children in need. This year, your years fundraiser was a kissing booth. But in order for a kissing booth to happen, you needed a person that would kiss people, and that people wanted to kiss. Louis’ friend, Eleanor, was the one who designed the booth, and she had pleaded and begged him for weeks until he finally gave in. He was popular in your year, especially amongst the girls, so she was desperate for him to do it. So there he sat, one summer evening after school on the field, surrounded by the year. He sat on one side of the booth, blindfolded.