She was born to win. When Emily Finch took her first steps, she didn't walk. She ran. A prodigy in the making. Her whole life ruled by a ticking stopwatch. Sweat, blood, tears and secrets. She would remember her father's words. A prologue to every race; "you don't cross that finish line unless you're first." Run. Repeat. But you can only run so far until reality eventually catches up with you. His name was Harry Styles. And while everyone else clapped for the girl on the podium, he saw behind the delicately woven mask of lies. All that glitters is not gold. But all secrets are weighed down by gold.