INTRODUCTION

11 0 0
                                        

The city buzzed with the kind of energy only London could hold, the streets filled with cars, pedestrians and animals. As well as the weather being just right for a daily stroll, not too numbing but also not too roasting. Tucked into the corner of a dimly lit cafe, Louis Tomlinson held his coffee, the warmth seeping through onto his hands.

His notebook lays open on the table, pages filled with half written song lyrics.
He came here hoping for a quiet environment, a place where he could sit calmly and write new music for his upcoming album. But tonight everything felt as if something was wrong. Every word being written down felt wrong, he couldn't quite figure out why. Something was wrong. But what?

Always You.Where stories live. Discover now