"You're way off here, darling, because there is not gay in dis-nay, nor will there ever be. You're not a damsel. You're just in distress but I won't be saving you. Save yourself."

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the "perfect" girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn't realized he didn't actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson. This story is not mine. Domesticharry(Lis) owns this story on ao3. All credits goes to her.