Harry Styles is a sad mess of a boy who kind of thinks about dying all the time, stutters ferociously when nervous, sings very well but doesn’t think so, meets a band, sort of joins that band, falls in love with the short one with the nice butt and pretty blue eyes, deals with his “father’s” increasing violence towards him, collects tattoos, and writes this all down in a dingy brown diary filled with endless ink, morbid thoughts, and Louis’ name. No big deal.