preface

""You ready, Styles?" Mitch burst into the door with his guitar around him. Harry sat staring at himself in the mirror with tears in his eyes. His eyes stayed glued to himself as he watched the tears slowly fall down his face and soaking into his freshly steamed Gucci suit."

Harry was tired. Tired of touring. Tired of music. Tired of everything. Would his new intern, Anna, help him see the light or will she ruin his career in the process?