"for someone who's fixed me over and over again, you sure know how to break me." [ in which his only cure is also his deadliest poison. ]

❝ you're the only boy who's ever made me forget about all the bad, you're my distraction ❞ © hemmkinks **warning: deals with depression/self harm/suicide throughout much of the story, don't read if this is a triggering subject for you.

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

❝Every time I ran, I ran to you. I meant it every time I said I loved you.❞

Things change, from when you were young. Once, Delilah Cook lived in Sydney, was best friends with a boy called Luke Hemmings, and had big dreams of being a singer. Then the terrible, tragic and unexpected happened. Now, Delilah lives in Melbourne, is recently signed music artist, has a best friend named Emilia Jones and doesn’t think about Luke anymore. At least, that’s what she tells herself. But when Delilah finds herself on a tour with the 5SOS boys of her past, what could possibly go wrong?

At the frail age of twelve, Madeline Poppy Rider was diagnosed with cancer. Visiting the hospital more than she visits her relatives, she grew sick of the white plaster walls. Hearing more and more terrible things from her doctors, she knew in her bones she didn't have much longer to live. Her mother and father tried their best to think the best of their situation, but as the days went by, they knew that their precious daughter wasn't going to last much longer. When she meets a particularly handsome boy in a quaint cafe, does she push him away, or let him break down her walls?

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose him all at once; you lose him in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and his scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in his closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of his that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that he's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

COMPLETED | That was the thing about him– she never knew what he was thinking.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas