Harry Styles is a quiet literature student who keeps to himself, writing poems he never shares and carrying the weight of a past he never talks about. Louis Tomlinson is the boy next door-literally. They grew up as childhood best friends, inseparable through every milestone, heartbreak, and dream.
But one night, five years ago, something happened. A fight. A kiss. A goodbye. Louis left without a word, cutting ties with everyone-including Harry.
Now, years later, Louis returns to London after his mother passes away, forced to face the people and places he abandoned. He doesn't expect Harry to still be there. He doesn't expect Harry to look so different-older, colder, a little more broken. And he certainly doesn't expect the feelings to come rushing back, sharper than ever.
Harry is angry. He deserved closure. He deserved something. But even through the pain, the love he buried refuses to stay dead. As they slowly reconnect, trying to make peace with their past, they both realize the tragedy isn't that they fell apart-it's that they never got to fall fully in love.
And maybe they still won't.
Because timing is cruel, and sometimes love isn't enough to fix what's already gone.
"One hundred and sixty eight."
"What?"
"One hundred and sixty eight hours."
"What's that?"
"That's all the time I need to get you to fall in love with me."