'It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.' - E. A. Poe H is the reason that Harry Styles is homeless; it's why he has no contact with his family, why he has no job and why he has no care about the future. H has taken control of him, body and soul. H is euphoria, h is delusion, h is delirium, fantasy, ecstasy and has the strange ability to not only make him forget but also to make him dream. H makes him nod agreement with the world, and doze off into a slumber warmer and more fulfilling than any other he's ever known. The dark reality of his world is complicated but the reasons or it all is not; H is a bad habit, one that Harry has no desire to quit.