His eyes gazed on the first woman he saw on that interview in 1989.
A pub in London was the perfect place for emerging rockstars to prove their unworthy talent, which ends up in drugs and leaked porn tapes.
Harry Edward Styles was born into a poor Cheshire family, in which he remained unhappy. Thanks to his uncle (who probably "convinced" him to go to London), he signed with Polydor Records in 1987, and met Irish waiter Niall Horan, British music teacher Liam Payne, and yoga instructor Zayn Malik.
They all had two things in common, sex and talent.
Harry lived in a beautiful house in 31 Markham St, in Chelsea. Every night, he would bring a lady or two.
His green eyes saw the woman for the first time.
The woman raised her hand.
Harry nodded.
-Harken Ross, from the Ross Journal.-
-I don't know that journal.-
-It's one my father founded. Have you ever found the love of your life?-.
Harry nodded.
-I did for a while. Next question.-
Harken raised her hand again.
-Would you like to give me a deeper answer?-.
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Fanfiction"Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane... but I got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name." Welcome to the 90s. Sex, rock, whores and AIDS. Harry Styles is a modern kind of rockstar, new to the world of journalists who do...
