Louis Tomlinson had fought his way out of Doncaster’s slums to the hectic streets of London. His dingy studio apartment, full of leaks and cracks, was far from ideal, but the music kept him going. It was the only thing that mattered, even when his hands bled or the gigs drained him.

The most unexpected part of his life was her—her. The daughter of Carlos Delgado, London’s richest man, who loathed Louis with every fiber of his being. But none of that mattered to him. She was everything he wasn’t—soft, gentle, feminine. He was rough, wild, and reckless. Yet, he loved her more than anything.

After a long night, Louis stumbled back to his apartment, sweat still on his skin, eyeliner smudged, and fingers aching from guitar practice. He opened the door and saw her sitting on his bed, a soft vision in a sundress, making his chaotic world feel peaceful.

He dropped his guitar with a sigh, his tired face softening. “What, you live here now?” he murmured, his voice thick with affection.