Louis Tomlinson was alone. In fact, he's been alone his whole life. Alone in the cold, dark house. Alone and starving to death. Alone and slowly withering. He's just alone. But he doesn't know. No, he doesn't know, because he's too busy with his imagination. He has an imaginary life up in his head. Imaginary friends. An imaginary family. Imaginary home. And he's the only person in the world to fall in imaginary love.All Rights Reserved