The music kept you up at night. Hours and hours spent in a studio with the boys, recording songs and hit albums that gave you fame.

Your life was almost perfect—but he ruined it. He, Louis Tomlinson, the guy who could never let you have it your way. The guy who rolled his eyes at your suggestions and played with your heart.

"Out of tune," he told you as you practiced with the boys in the soundproof room, where he sat on a chair with a red electric guitar.