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...
I know that you're scared because I'm so open Photographs are beautiful and ageless, because even after the memories have passed and the people have changed, you can look back... and for a moment- a split second, everything is exactly the way it was and the people are exactly who they're supposed to be. And for that...
A shy boy who sees beauty in everything he lays eyes on, and a confident girl who doesn't believe in love, finding common ground in the world of art. tw.
"You deserved so much more, Noelle"he softly said making her look up from the croissant. "Thank you,"she smiled before she finished her croissant and look back up at Harry again who is still looking at her. "And you deserve the whole world Harry Styles" - "My Noelle" Noelle just looked at him for a moment processing...
"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name...
I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get...