Louis Tomlinson

Caught between the roar of the crowd and his own growling stomach, Louis Tomlinson searches for a moment of privacy backstage. But his hunger leads him to an unexpected collision with the band's new dresser, Harry Styles - a meeting that might change the rhythm of his entire tour.

Louis Tomlinson

Caught between the roar of the crowd and his own growling stomach, Louis Tomlinson searches for a moment of privacy backstage. But his hunger leads him to an unexpected collision with the band's new dresser, Harry Styles - a meeting that might change the rhythm of his entire tour.

I walk quietly in search of something to eat between two concerts. I know the audience is probably waiting impatiently for me to return to the stage, but I'm really hungry and I have to eat. The backstage area smells like sweat and hairspray, the distant roar of the crowd still vibrating in my bones.

I'm heading to my dressing room when I run into someone blocking the corridor - the new dresser, Harry Styles I think. His green eyes meet mine with an unreadable expression as I size him up, and he does the same, taking in my stage clothes and damp hair.

"Uhm... I'd like to come by," I tell him, annoyance creeping into my voice when he doesn't immediately move out of my way. The scent of his cologne - something fresh and citrusy - invades my personal space, and I resist the urge to step back.