Harry has bought a mansion - or like Niall likes to call it - a "palace" close to a small town in Northern England. He absolutely hates the area, the weather is just awful and he doesn't think much of the people living there. Meeting Louis and his best friend Niall does not change that in any way - quite the opposite actually: Louis lives in a small house together with his crazy wife and doesn't seem to know how to pronounce the word fashion - at least that's what Harry thinks what he looks like. Even worse though is Louis best friend Niall. He doesn't seem to know what manners are and can't keep his mouth shut. What makes the latter even more intolerable is the fact that his favourite subjects to talk about are football, Ireland and his hair colour. Harry, on the other hand, is, like Niall once described it, "Batman-level-rich". He runs a business together with Zayn, who stayed back in L.A. and occasionally tries to talk some sense into Harry on the phone. Apparently, Harry is a writer but no one actually understands how he got that rich by just writing books. When Louis and Harry meet, two worlds collide: The one of a smart small town boy who enjoys romantic novels and the one of a narcissistic artist who has yet to learn why people really enjoy Jane Austen's novels. „You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." Mr. Darcy once said. And maybe, just maybe Harry will realise what made Darcy say those words.

„The thing is," she came closer until she was only a few centimetres away from me „you should know that by know; is that you and me," she pointed first at herself with her thumb, then at me with her pointer finger. „That we are two utterly different characters and persons because I am the one who knows and you're the one who doesn't. And that is a naturally given fact that can't be changed, no matter how hard you try."

- Inspired by Troye Sivan's Blue Neighbourhood Trilogy - Sometimes, a conflict keeps us captive for a lifetime. We can't move forward, only to the left or right side, always captured between both sides. And even if one of both sides vanishs evidently, it is still there: It was part of our life for so long that it became a part of ourselves.