2013 Harry Styles - the 19 year old Mafia boss, somehow. Everyone had heard of him, everyone was terrified of him. He'd already been through trauma when he was younger, and the Mafia just... fucked him up more. He'd lost almost all compassion for everyone. His green eyes had turned cold.

"Mr. Styles?" The man holding you by the arms brought you into a cold, dark room with nothing but a chair, a desk, and many weapons hung on the wall. Harry looked up- and you could visibly see something change when he saw you. An 18 year old girl, stunning, trying to kick and struggle her way out of one of his men's holds... why did he care all of the sudden? "Who is this? This isn't who I said to bring..." Harry shook his head.