I meet Harry Styles once a week, every week. No one knows about it, which is a good thing for the both of us; I don't want my name and secrets all over gossip magazines and Harry doesn't need people presuming we sleep together... because we don't. I'm Harry's break from the land of fame, I'm his piece of normality, I'm Skylar and I'm Harry's not so dirty little secret. By day Skylar Greene is just a regular teenager, she attends college, she works, she has a normal friendship circle and family life. But on a Thursday night Skylar becomes a therapist for Harry Styles. She talks to him about his week, what's on his mind and what he can do about any worries. If Harry is away they phone each other, Harry needs her sanity and her friendship and Skylar needs him because he understands her, just like she understands him but she doesn't need help from fame and fans her problems are different. Harry suddenly becomes distant from Skylar and weekly contact turns fortnightly which becomes once a month leaving Skylar broken and lost without the one person who understands her. So what happened? This is the story of Harry Styles, Skylar Greene and their past, present and future.
When all of Lucy's best friends have boyfriends she's feeling down to say the least. There is one boy though, Harry Styles, who she is crazy about. Although he is just an ordinary school boy he is much more to her. Now she's starting year 11, her final year of school and seeing Harry. Will things start to blossom between them? If so, will having a relationship be everything she imagined it to be? Will it be as easy as it looks? But if not, will she get her heart broken like every other teenage girl in the world? Could Harry not be as perfect as she thinks? What will happen when he is hers? -'Was I really talking to him in a personal conversation?! The only time I'd ever spoken to him before was in a group chat with my friends. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was finding it hard to breathe. "Are you ok?" he asked touching my shoulder. I realised I hadn't answered his question. But how could I speak to him with his hand on my shoulder, I was in love with him.'-