In the early 1939, Harry Edward Styles lost his family as their home got bombed down. Harry was luckily not in the house at that time and survived the bombing. But the young, charming boy was not there anymore, he had lost everything, even himself. He lost his job at the metal factory from not being present and was now living in an abounded apartment in London with only a few cents a day for a living.
Louis on the other hand was a rich brat. No one ever saw him caring for anyone but himself and got disgusted from seeing people like Harry roaming the streets, begging for money to get through the day. But they had one specific thing in common, they both went to this cafe everyday to get their daily cup of coffee. Non of them noticed each other until one special day.
//contains rough language, smut and abuse//
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.