He didn't love her. It was that simple, he never loved them, he kept them around for a month or two and then he let them down easy. He was the star basketball player with a full ride scholarship to all of his top five schools and he didn't need the baggage of a high school relationship... He didn't need the baggage of Neema, crazy, beautiful, smart, intriguing Neema who got under his skin like no one else. But here she is in the passenger seat with her stupid indie rock cd in and the windows down and her hairs flowing and he's kind of terrified of her and everything she can turn out to be.

"It's hard to keep a secret when it's all over your body". Just a quote book about selfharm, suicide and depression. Trust me guys it's hard i am dealing with this shit to, and i am here if you want to talk!

I'm not a nobody. I'm a somebody. And I'm determined not to let One Direction into my life. But it's becoming harder and harder to keep up the walls. What happens when they tear them down completely? And when love gets in the way?