She was born to win. When Emily Finch took her first steps, she didn't walk. She ran. A prodigy in the making. Her whole life ruled by a ticking stopwatch. Sweat, blood, tears and secrets. She would remember her father's words. A prologue to every race; "you don't cross that finish line unless you're first." Run. Repeat. But you can only run so far until reality eventually catches up with you. His name was Harry Styles. And while everyone else clapped for the girl on the podium, he saw behind the delicately woven mask of lies. All that glitters is not gold. But all secrets are weighed down by gold.

It is human nature, to love the things we shouldn't. This is a love, not uncommon, but worth retelling. When Addie met Lukas, the spark was almost tangible. It was beautiful and dangerous. Like a red rose, on fire. These are the memories of their story. Positively unforgettable. In every time, in every world, they would certainly meet and end in the same way. Some stories are meant to be told. Some loves are meant to burn. Like a wildfire. And even though a fire only ever leaves behind ashes, if you dared to look you would see the beauty. It is worth remembering that all fires must eventually burn out. "These violent delights have violent ends." - William Shakespeare

nerd: /nərd/ noun A foolish or contemptible person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious. That's me... nerdproof: /nərdpro͞of/ adjective Able to withstand any person or thing falling into the above mentioned nerd category That's Harry. And I was doomed to love him like the rest of the female population. Until I found backup, a fix-all recipe that was bound to remove my Nerd stamp and make Harry finally see me, possibly even like me. If only I knew what I was signing up for when I asked for help.