Harry Styles. The charming boy who was never sad, who was never mad. The confident entertainer. The one who had it all. The lifeless, green eyes bored into his own, curly brown locks falling limply on his face. Like strings on a puppet, the corners of his lips tugged upwards, his dimple beaming. The once twinkling emerald orbs just looked like an empty, green canvas, emotionless. What had happened?