So here we are, me and Harry Styles, kissing in a broom cupboard. He says he likes me. He says he wants to get to know me better. But he thinks we should keep this thing between us secret right now, to spare me the stress of being thrust into the limelight. I think Harry's right - secrecy is a good idea. However, keeping a romance under wraps is a lot easier said than done when the guy you're seeing is one of the most famous pop stars in the world... FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TO EMMA AND HARRY IN RIGHT NOW - THE SEQUEL TO RIGHT PLACE, RIGHT TIME.

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

"Why do you get so uncomfortable around me?" He asked while he stepped closer to me. Now so close that I could smell the fresh and minty gum that he was chewing. "You're so unpredictable and I always feel like your hiding something" I said nervously while walking backwards trying to get as far away as needed, him following me with a small smile. Not a good one. An evil one. Until my back hit the wall. He immediately put both his hands on the wall behind me, hands caging my head. "Oh baby, you don't know half of it." He smirks at me with those all too deep dimples and way to green eyes. I look to the side where his hand is still caging me, trying to avoid his eyes. I can feel them burn into the side of my head like if he tried hard enough, he could see my thoughts and wanders. "Don't call me baby again." I said while I looked back at him, eyes already on me like I expected. / Liv Beaufort is an upcoming model, made to make the world fall in love with her. Living her dream of modeling, traveling all over the world with the job she loves and with the one person she loves the most in the world. Her best friend Jayden Bynes. The last thing she expected in the prime of her life, was the thing she only ever saw in movies. The best advice to have avoided this you would ask? Always read the fine print...