As Harry's eyes landed on Emma for the first time, he caught a glimpse of the light that was beaming off of her. Her delicate point of view seemed to haunt his mind, a fixation he couldn't escape. Bathed in the radiance of his spotlight, she moved in sync with his voice, a magnet for his attention. It was a vexing sentiment he grappled with-he yearned to possess her entirely. Even in a place as big as Wembley, her presence pulled all of his focus towards her, a willingly surrendered offering on his part. Since that very first night, he wanted to ruin her completely. - Harry Styles existed as more than the façade the world painted him to be, and the thought of wanting to show his real self to Emma consumed him. Observing her grace the show with dance, laughter, and a luminosity that harmonized with his stage lights, a wicked desire to dismantle her perfect little world clawed at him. xxxxxx ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO kiwiikindness NO TRANSLATIONS ALLOWED Author's Note: All content depicted in this work is purely fictional and should not be construed as an accurate representation of the real thoughts or actions of the individuals portrayed. Even instances that seem reminiscent of actual events are imaginatively expanded beyond their factual occurrences. Please take this into consideration while engaging with the material. Triggerwarning! Contains mature language, sexual content, drugs. // Started 07/2023 *19' in harryedwardstyles on 29/09

They say "the worst feeling is loving someone who doesn't love you in return" but for me, the worst feeling is loving someone who also loves you, but you can't be together. //put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch// What if you find the love of your life but you're already married to someone else? Are you supposed to just let them pass you by? [Mature themes throughout]

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.

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.*