PROLOGUE

Margo Walker lived a high strung life between the pressure her parents put on her and her own need to be the best. She played soccer for hours a day and studied in between. After all, that's what it took to be the best. The Walkers lived in the biggest house on the block. Every year, they threw a huge block party. They claimed it was to develop neighborly bonds, but everyone knew, including the Walkers, that it was to show off their extravagant home. The Styles family wasn't quite up to par with the Walkers. Although they were invited to the block party of all block parties every year, never in a million years would a Walker make eye contact with a Styles, or any of their type. Walkers talked to other families that belonged to their country club, or children that attended their school, which you could probably guess was the best around. The youngest of the Styles family was Harry Styles. While sweet and pulled-together, he wasn't what the Walkers would call news-worthy. One could only imagine what would happen if a Walker and a Styles were to meet.