At sixteen years old, Niall Horan was signed by an entry-level modelling agency. After working for two years, taking whatever jobs he could get, a scout for Louis Vuitton saw him at a show and decided he was to be the new face of their brand.
Five years later, he's tired.
Fed up with the industry and the people that run both his life and career, including his brother and best friend, he attempts to take his own life.
When he wakes up in the hospital three days later, realizing he has failed to escape, he tries again. But this time, he runs away.
With nothing more than the clothes on his back and a bag with his most beloved belongings, he walks away from London with the intent to never go back.
A kind stranger takes him in, and things begin to get interesting.
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