©martomlin All rights reserved Dead Flowers January 2018 Completed (under lazy reconstruction) - - Jane Hughes is an eighteen-year-old girl that is about to dive head-first into the blood-thirty jaws of womanhood. Plagued with a mother that resents her youth, a disinterested father, and an impetuous ex-fiancee that's never been told no, she is on the cusp of change. She's certain her days will be spent with her unfathomably gorgeous best friend in the tiny music shop where they work. Then there's Harry. He's graceful, intense, handsome. He waltzes into her world carefully, one boot-clad foot in front of the other. They fall hard and fast for another, hardly having time to brace themselves for the initial impact. Harry nudges her toward a revolution outside of peace rallies and Vietnam protests, one that is gritty, insatiable, and tangible. Set against the backdrop of the violent, decadent early 1970's in North America, Jane navigates her path with uncertain boldness.

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.*

"She was not for everyone, but she was for me."

"You return like autumn, and I fall every time."

When Harry Styles shocks the world by taking a sudden hiatus after the success of his second album, the last thing he needs is to fall head over heels with busy Chef Zara. This is an endearing story about two people who fall in love and have to fight for their love. Read this book if you're looking for a feel good story that'll mess with your feelings in a good way.

Who marries their best friend? Follow along this reader x harry styles mini-series. I love feedback, likes, and questions! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. disclaimer: the following is purely a work of fiction. all character likenesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination.

Basically the life I dream of having. One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles. Feel free to comment any requests :) Y/N - Your name because we'd be jealous if it was anyone else.