You come from old money but you're not like a typical posh girl. You're the life of every party and have every man you've ever met wrapped around your finger.

You use it as an escapism. You're out in a little black dress, looking for a good time and a man who's on the same page and Louis is always there for anything you want like a lovesick fool.

"Are you sure you don't just want to talk, love?"

He asks, concerned as you both are sitting in the back of your limo, sniffing the white powder.