"I suppose... I always thought that it was better, to be a fake somebody... than a real nobody."
Orphaned young and raised by his cruel Aunt Dottie, life wasn't always as smooth as Harry Styles would've liked it to be. He grew up learning how to disappear. To take up as little space as possible.
The year is 1958, it's summer, and he lives in a damp basement of an apartment in the core of New York City. Broke, invisible and convinced he is fundamentally unremarkable.
So when a wealthy stranger offers to pay him a thousand dollars to travel to Italy and persuade his son to return home, he accepts without hesitation.
In Italy, Harry meets Louis who is charming and careless. He instantly falls in love with Louis' lifestyle and is instantly seduced by his world of villas, silk shirts, jazz clubs, and freedom. As the two grow inseparable, traveling through Rome, Venice, and the coast, Harry finds himself studying Louis with dangerous devotion.
The mysterious, beautiful, musical, lonely, troubled, confused, loving, sad, intelligent, haunted, passionate, sensitive, gentle, broken, talented Harry Styles.
What's not to like?
Don't look at me like that, I'm not one to kill and tell.
*Italian summer 50s psychopath aesthetic*
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