I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

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.*

"Bu-but you are my boss."I stutter out. "I know and you are my assistant. But I don't give a fuck anymore. You drive me insane because all I can think about is you constantly." He says looking down at me. I blush and bite my lip looking up. "Fuck don't do that Rose." He rasps out. Rose is just a girl looking for a job after moving across the world, hoping for a better life. What happens when she becomes the assistant to ceo styles, the young asshat, but mastermind, of the business world. *warning mature content *also I'm basing the main characters looks off of Harry not his personality. He is not like this so don't think he is a bad person because of his actions in this book *this book is not edited *also this is my first book. don't hate. *also go check out my other book, Arduous!

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden