You (Harry Styles) are 22 years old. You were from Holmes Chapel, a small town in Manchester, and right now, you were on your way to Doncaster. You’d gotten sick of it. The drinking. The hiding it. The lying about going to meetings. Your mum was unwell, and you needed space. So you left. You looked on Rightmove, and found a share house with four other lads. You hadn’t even viewed it. Just saw that there was a room, it was cheap, and applied. Amazingly, you’d been accepted. So now, here you are, stood outside an average-looking house, suitcase in hand and duffel over your shoulder.