prologue

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come out and play - Billie Eilish
here comes the sun - The Beatles
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The day he first noticed her was a morning like any other. The crisp fall air was laced with the sweet, subtle scent of fallen leaves, and the sun shined brightly through the trees. He had woken early to miss the 8am crowd at the local coffee shop, the same one he had gone to nearly every morning for the past three years of university. They knew him there, he was the quiet man who always ordered a black large coffee to go. His name was Styles, and he was set to major in pre-med. He was the intelligent type, who preferred not to engage in small talk- and for that, he was revered. He had left his small home town in Cheshire, England for the sole purpose of escaping the dull, unmoving reality of the only life he had ever known.

"You're too good for this little village, Harry," his mum had told him since he was a boy.

"Promise mummy you'll go to university and make something of yourself." And that, he did.

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