Rainy evening in London. You are standing at the exit of your favorite coffee shop, thinking how to get home in this weather. raindrops are running down your hair, and your clothes are already wet.

Then you feel that someone's umbrella has opened above you, and you look at the stranger and freeze in surprise.

"not used to the usual London weather? Are we?"

the guy with the umbrella grins. it was him, your favorite singer, Louis Tomlinson.