Louis Tomlinson was a broke college student, barely scraping by. He often wondered how he’d made it from the slums of Doncaster to a cramped studio apartment in London, let alone to college itself.

Life had always been tough on him, but he’d learned to roll with the punches. He didn’t take much seriously anymore. His college days revolved around partying, football, and fleeting hookups—exactly how he preferred it.

One evening, he headed to the nearest budget store, rummaging through the frozen meal section. He grabbed as many mini pizzas as he could carry, the cheapest option he could find.

“That’s quite the dinner plan you’ve got there,” the cashier remarked, a warm smile on her lips.

Louis looked up, offering a small smile in return. “Whatever fills the hole,” he replied, lighting a cigarette and shrugging it off like it was no big deal.