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Prologue

"THANK YOU DUBLIN!", he shouted one last time before the lights turned off. People were still screaming as loud as always, although the show is done. 

He went backstage. Just to do the same routine each and every day. Packing. Going to another country. Same show. Same concert. Same crew. Same band. Same songs. Same moves. Same interviews. Same questions. Different places. Different people. Different faces evey night.

Welcome to Harry Edward Styles' life. Everybody thinks that being a star is the best thing in the world. A sparkle and glitter life. Everything is easier. Everybody admires you, except a few haters. A lot of persons love you. But with him, it's not like that...
He founds it simple. He founds it boring. Nothing changes. It's the same. It might be hard to believe that a famous life is boring. But when there's something missing, life has no sense.
It felt like he didn't belong in this fame. People shouldn't be stalking him and take pictures of him all the damn time. In his head, he was a normal boy from Cheshire in england.
He never understood how singing a couple of songs, makes you so interesting. You are singing some damn songs that are not very special, that do not make you different or unique.

So why people keep following him? Why do they put a picture of him on their wall?
He was just a boy. A boy who knows that he can't change the world, that you should find something that you love and inspire people and maybe, just maybe, in the end the world will get affected.
He knew something wasn't right, something was missing in his life. Something is wrong. But what? That's a simple question he kept asking over and over. It's a very simple question with a very complicated answer...

On the other side of the globe, stood a girl painting. That girl was Amber Ava Chance. The one that no one knew about, even her name wasn't known by half of her classmates.

The one in the back of the class that never raise her hand, although she might know all of the answers. The one who hides behind her glasses and her book. The one with no friends. The one who barely talks to anyone, even her family. The one who's always alone.

The one who's similar to the moon, they are both hidden but unlinke the moon, she never showed herself to the fullest.
You'd be lucky if you saw a bit of her. She is the one drawing a story right now. A story only she could understand. She showed the world her love to drawing. At least she showed something.
Her story needed a hero, so she searched for the perfect name for him. She searched a lot. She found it.
Her eyes lit up, a smile grew on her face. She whispered quietly, in a voice that wasn't heard by anyone. No one knew the name. No one heard it, except a boy.

A boy who was three thousand miles away.