[REVISED] 5 years ago, Cassandra had done what she had thought was the best thing to do: break up with Harry to let him live his dream and pursue her own. Little did she know that getting rid of any feelings towards the boy she had grown up with was not easy. Cassandra had moved to California to pursue her career while leaving her family back in England, part of that family was Harry's. It was hard avoiding the fact that she would have to hear about Harry's success and know that she had broken the promise of being there for eachother no matter what. Harry had rose to fame in an unexpected pace and was exposed to things he never thought he would experience. Fame was a roller coaster of ups and downs that he wasn't mentally prepared for, nor was he prepared to confront them by himself. The girl who was once the only one who knew him and understood him the best was gone and living her own dream. Harry was left to turn to his family and others around him, leaving him with resentment and heavy heart towards Cassandra. Their family's twisted plan to reunite them seems to only spark a bigger wedge between both Harry and Cassandra, but through this Cassandra finds herself needing to mend things with the boy, who above all, was her best friend at one point. The boy who had put her first deserved an apology, or at least a well deserved closure, but the families only hoped for them to reunite to what they once were: first lovers. Though the question of Harry ever even forgiving Cassandra stands as well as the question of whether Cassandra is ready to face reality or not.

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(IN EDITING) Hi. I'm Nicole Miller and I've been in foster care since I was born seventeen years ago. I've moved around a lot to say the least. Over the years I've been used, abused, and sexually harassed by my various foster parents. Now, I'm moving again. I never know quite what to expect. All I know about this new family is that their last name is Styles, or something along those lines. For some reason my caseworker really thinks I'll like these people. And I really hope she's right.