Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

Harry Styles; the bad boy of London, member of Gang 7. The person you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night. His reputation was enough to bring grown men to their knees, and didn't he know it. When Lacey Righte witnesses a murder by Gang 7 she is given a choice: join or die. Living under the constant watch of Gang 7, Harry has to protect her at all costs. But is his affection merely for the Gang? What happens when he has to face his main demon; love. In a place where violence and fear run the streets and where they have enemies at every turn, will Harry Styles' downfall really be the thing that makes him feel most alive?

She's a fan. He's a celebrity. They were born in different worlds, raised in different worlds. And one bullet brought them closer together then anyone could imagine. ***Winner of the 1D Watty Mini Awards 2012: Best Louis Fanfiction*** ***Winner of the 1DAwards 2012: Best Louis Fanfiction*** ***Finalist in the Watty Awards 2012***