"You think you know me, but you don't." "Are you sure about that?" "Most Definitely." ".... Who are you?" "I'm God's fallen angel. Sometimes I go by the name Harry Styles, but most of the time, I use Lucifer." Valerie Lane was a passerby in Las Vegas. She was on vacation with her family and was staying in her aunt's house. While walking down the road, she noticed an oddly familiar man. A man whose name was too known that millions of girls would hurdle and worship him. A man who went by the name Harry, Harry Styles; if I'm not mistaken.