Foreword

Callie lied. Well...not really.

Either way, she's in trouble. She pretended to be someone she wasn't and now, somehow, she's met up with the people she lied to. In an art shop. In London.

Harry's a bit confused and a bit agitated. He's not a fan of liars, but Callie is pretty and like a moth, he can't help but be drawn to her flame.

He's not the only one though. Callie weaves magic. And due to a meddlesome mother, she's bumming off of Harry and Louis for a while.

Being a celebrity is tough, especially when you fancy someone as normal as a (metal-loving overall-wearing lion-painting) girl named Callie.

This is their story. And you better read it.