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

Lunch was exactly what you’d expect from a house bursting at the seams with parents, siblings, and a four-year-old on a sugar high. Loud, a little chaotic, and full of terrible dad jokes that got worse with every glass of wine. But it was perfect. Every bit of it — from the mismatched dishes to the yelling across the table — felt like a page out of someone else’s scrapbook. The kind of Christmas I never thought I’d get to have again. 


Now, the afternoon light was dipping golden outside the kitchen window, and I could see the boys — all of them — in the backyard. Ian ran in circles, football cradled like a trophy, squealing every time Drew lunged to catch him. Drew’s shirt stuck to his back with sweat, his hair damp, voice hoarse from shouting instructions no one seemed to hear. My dad and Ian Sr. huffed and hunched, trying to keep pace, clearly regretting volunteering for “a quick game.” 


Chapter 37