Prologue

"Every thought traipsing through my mind comes to a soft, comfortable close because he kisses me. He kisses me long and hard on the lips, and I can feel myself blushing because one of his curls is tickling my jaw. His lips are heaven: full and soft, simultaneously gentle and unquestionably in control. He moves his free hand up after a moment to cup my face, nudging his hair away. I can feel a cool ring pressing ever so slightly against my lower lip, where he grazes his thumb past. It reminds me of Luke's lip ring, and I open my mouth for a second for air - I need air, can't breathe can't breathe - but this is the best type of breathless."

Lacey Tanzer has been given a second chance at everything: singing, fame, love, and life without her demons. And Harry Styles is determined she remains on the right side of what could hurt her. But he doesn't know what kind of memories are plaguing her, nor how he should face how he feels about the broken girl he's trying to protect. Protection is the last thing on Lacey's mind, though; until she starts to feel the same way. Too many nights smoking on balconies and falling asleep in the wrong hotel room start to chase away their inhibitions, but tragedy refuses to release its grip on Lacey.