Different - Harry Styles au

I walk out of the studio, feeling like complete shit. How am i supposed to write a song in one week?! i groan in frustration "Ughhh." burying my head in my hands as I walk, I can already feel the stre- "Ouch!" I felt my bum hit the floor. I get up and see someone on the ground too. I reach out my hand, pulling him up, "Sorry 'bout that" i say, guilt creeping up my throat. "ont worry abou it lub" he says, what a weird accent. I look up at him and see him grinning, my breath getting stuck in my throat. The sun shining down on his skin making it glow, I look down to his lips, then i notice! He doesn't have any teeth!