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//