Edri Ekmekçiu

Some hearts never stop singing the same song.
Audrey doesn’t believe in fairytales—especially not the kind where a long-lost pen pal grows up to become a rockstar... and forgets her.

Years later, she’s grounded, thriving in a promising career, and guarding a heart that’s learned not to hope. But when fate throws Drew—now a global sensation and the ghost of her teenage years—back into her life as her new neighbor, everything she thought she'd buried begins to rise.

He’s still magnetic. Still infuriating.
Still the boy who used to call her after every show.

And he remembers everything.

What begins as a cautious reconnection spirals into a slow-burning storm of music, memories, and feelings they never quite had the courage to explore. But Drew’s past is darker than she imagined, and Audrey’s walls are higher than ever.

Can a rockstar with a broken rhythm and a girl who learned to dance alone find harmony again?

Or is it all just… make believe?

Warnings
-The story has mature contents, language, addiction.

Make-believe with my Rockstar

I wake up with the worst headache of my life. My entire body aches like I’ve been hit by a freight train. For a moment, I don’t even open my eyes—I’m scared of what I’ll see. That couch I crashed on? It doesn’t feel like a couch. It’s softer. Bigger. 


When I finally peel my eyes open, I realize I’m in an unfamiliar bed. Not mine. Not Jen’s. Not the couch. 


Panic climbs my throat. I peek under the sheets. Just boxers. 


“Where the hell am I?” I groan, rubbing my face with both hands, trying to push away the throbbing in my skull. The door creaks open, and I freeze. 


“You okay?” Audrey’s voice asks gently. 


Oh, thank God. Wait. Why am I in Audrey’s bedroom? I peek carefully at her, not really knowing how I ended up here, or what to expect from her right now. 


She’s wearing a sharp dark suit—business Audrey. Hair done, heels on, her usual armor in place. 


Chapter 12