Harry was in his prime. The band was doing well, world tour after world tour. Since then, his managers daughter, you, had come around. You were to die for.. Harry was haunted by you in his dreams and consciousness. He was whooped.

So now began the typical wooing game. You'd find your bed made on the tour bus. Your laundry done for you with no explanation. Songs sounding vaguely about you showing up in their discography... You never knew which boy it was. Until its late in the night, after you complained about being single.. and suddenly harry is in your room, shirtless with a pair of baggy sweatpants. looking determined

Youd be his girlfriend by the end of the night, if he could control it.