Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

It's the moment every girl dreams of. Harry Styles walked into your life.

" She was much more beautiful when she cried...Maybe that's why I liked to make her cry so often. " I wrote this about 5 years ago when I was 13 and I was a kinky hoe in those days so some of this stuff is very intense, but I'm not changing anything. Please if you don't like the story or the detail don't read because it could definitely be too much for some |WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTAINS •VIOLENCE •STRONG LANGUAGE •BLOOD