Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

in which a girl with an unhealthy love for starbursts and a boy whose hair has been accidentally dyed purple meet at a pharmacy and end up trapped

"long story short, i hated calum hood." (cover by elle)

"7:15, that's our time."

"you're going to hell, ashton irwin."

"I fucking love you."

"Isn't that tiring?" He shifted his arm so it leaned on the counter. "You know, never choosing anywhere to stay and building a life of your own?" "I don't mind it, really."