When tragedy strikes and Harry's world destroyed in a single night he finds himself in a downward spiral of substance abuse. After years of struggling, his family finally convinces him to seek help. While on his road to recovery he meets Imogen, his new psychologist who has a painful past herself. A friendship is forged in pain and understanding as Imogen helps Harry pull his life together. Little do they know that their fates are twined together What Harry thought he had lost so long ago is in Imogen's possession and as evergreen as can be. *************** This story is set in an alternative universe. It is FICTIONAL, characters based off actual people but still fictional. ⚠️-WARNING-⚠️ This story will contain foul language as well as mature content. Not advised for under 16.

"The odds have a way of never working in your favor when it comes to love. The more you hide your feelings for someone, the more you will fall in love with them." Harry and Kate have been best friends since they can remember. Harry is a worldwide celebrity while Kate is a barista at a small coffee shop in London. However, one innocent trip to New York might break or make them. - - Beautiful cover made by @wafflesxberries

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.