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.*

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

The head and the heart, an exhausted rivalry of human psychology. When forced with a choice between logic and emotion, a person is sure to crumble beneath the weight of their own conscience. - Ophelia "Philly" Carter is in Manhattan and she's lost everything. She has no family, she has no money, and she has no friends. All that she has left is her dream and her brain, but to her, that's all that really matters anyway. After starting her dream job as a detective at the 17th precinct, Philly realizes that her dream may be harder to achieve than she originally planned. There's an obstacle in her way, and his name is Niall Horan. He's a genius, a good detective, and above all, Philly's main competition. When Philly stumbles across a major case that could possibly be more than she bargained for, she has to ask herself whether she should lead with her head, or her heart. It's a question she's never been able to answer. - Ot5 story Mature content Violence/Death

In honor of the famous, "Always you" by Louis Tomlinson, which inspired the name :) Louis, is exploring and working on his solo career watching his old band mates also succeed in their solo careers. Only problem is, Louis' all time muse for his songs is his best friend Harry Styles. Little did Louis know Harry was doing the same thing. Louis and Harry always had a joking friendship together, but was never taken seriously until they both went their separate ways. Sure jokes, charms and flirtatious remarks were thrown around, but the two never had that conversation. Now Harry completing a movie, and Louis being an all time father in a serious relationship, the two never reached out to each other. That' s until Harry shows up to Louis' place in London with the band. (1st, 2nd, and 3rd perspective.) (Smut)