A chance encounter in the dark leads eighteen-year-old Daniel and the girl who stumbles across him to profess their love for each other. But this love has conditions: they agree it will last only one hour, and it will be only make-believe. When their hour is up and the girl rushes off like Cinderella, Daniel tries to convince himself that what happened between them seemed perfect only because they were pretending it was. Moments like that happen only in fairy tales. One year and one bad relationship later, his disbelief in love-at-first-sight is stripped away the day he meets Six: a girl with a strange name and an even stranger personality. Unfortunately for Daniel, finding true love doesn’t guarantee a happily ever after . . . it only further threatens it. Will an unbearable secret from the past jeopardize Daniel and Six’s only chance at saving each other?

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"Truthfully, I can never guarantee that you won't get hurt," He is looking at me deep in the eyes. "But what I can guarantee is that in the process of protecting yourself, you will also be preventing yourself from ever feeling fully loved." Hearing me say those words, he looks like he might be thinking, with his eyes occasionally drifting to the piano. I could feel his eyes almost slipping to my lips and my breath almost hitches for a moment. And there it was, the familiar fluttering in my chest. The same fluttering which I haven't experienced in so long. "So that still doesn't explain your reason." I say, sighing. I can't even think straight with his eyes leaning over at my lips. I can't help but notice his lips. They were chapped but also seemed soft. I wonder the taste of him against me. But then, we shouldn't. We are wrong, it shouldn't happen. In an instant, his fingertips were on my knuckles drawing patterns. "Well," he says breaking the heavy silence, "maybe I am afraid to love people because I don't believe anyone could ever really love me." The way he says that, I can't help but feel my heart break a bit. He sounded like the loneliest saddest person at the moment. And at that moment, I want to say that I did. But I doubt he would ever really believe me. His fingertips were still on the back of my hand not letting go. "Love means falling but you know what... I am so afraid of heights." Healer: A healer is a person who heals people using natural powers rather than using medicines. MATURE CONTENT/STRONG THEMES/ STRONG LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK