Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

This is the story of an endless love between two young people bound together by their love of music (and chocolate). Hazel Murray is a young girl living in a small American town who only dreams of one thing: travelling around the world. She is a sweet young girl that enjoys the simplest thing in life. One, day, a call changes drastically her life. For the best? Harry Styles is a teenage boy signing in the worldwide famous boys band One Direction. One day, a fan tagged his best mate Niall on the video of a cute YouTuber. This one video that will change everything. For the best?

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.*

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ "You know what?" He sat down on the edge of my bed. I shook my head no, giving him a weird look. "You've become slightly more tolerable today" "I'm glad" "Don't get your hopes up tho" he stood up again and walked towards the bathroom. He stopped in the doorframe before turning around, looking me dead in the eye. "We're still not friends" ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅