But darling, You will Never Know what freedom feels like until you are, in fact, free.

Love is complicated. It's like a huge web that just gets tangled together. For the Styles family, the mess gets worse and worse with each crush, kiss, and broken heart. After this thrilling roller coaster of emotion, Louis, Harry, Marcel, and Edward will never be the same again.

He held me close that night, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. His hot breath against my skin, as he left small kisses on my neck. His arms wrapped around me, we were so close, it was so wrong. Harry was nearly 19, and I'm only 14, going on 15, I don't see how it could possibly work but there was a connection between us no one would understand -- a connection that even we didn't quite understand. Getting close to Harry meant nothing but trouble, he was a flirt and he had so much more freedom than I had. I was small and delicate, I promise myself to not fall in love again, especially at such a young age.. especially after what had happened last time. "Brooklynn, I promise you... Age is only a number ," his thumb gently caressed my cheek and I closed my eyes and sighed. I pulled his hand back, squeezing it before I let go. "I know," I whispered and pushed myself up and away from the bed. "But it's not right," I said, in a soft, gentle voice, then left. I walked out on him, for his sake and mine, or was I just scared?