For Thea, Harry is not only the older boy next door, but also her best friend, her first crush, the only reason that she - someone who grows up in a dysfunctional home, still believes in true love. When he leaves Holmes Chapel and follows his bigger dreams to London, neither of them thinks they will ever see each other again. Until they do, at a funeral. - Highest rankings: #5 in harrystylesfanfic and harrystylesfanfiction (from July 6, 2019) #14 in harrystyles (from June 29, 2019) #23 in childhoodsweethearts (from July 7, 2019) #46 in harry (from July 21, 2019) #46 in tumblr (from March 1, 2021)

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.*

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