"It was obvious that the phrase was still a little foreign to us; the quiet words still erupting butterflies in my stomach" Disclaimer: credit due to the original writer. This is not my work! I AM UNDERGOING THE VERY TEDIOUS TASK OF EDITING THIS STORY JUST SO THAT I CAN PRINT IT OUT FOR MY OWN ENTERTAINMENT AND THIS IS THE ONLY PLATFORM I HAVE WHERE I CAN DO THIS. NONE OF THIS IS MINE AND I DON'T INTEND ON KEEPING THIS STORY UP ONCE I'VE FINISHED EDITING AND PRINTING THE WHOLE THING OUT, UNLESS SOMEONE IS INTERESTED IN ME KEEPING IT UP. THAT, OR YOU CAN MESSAGE ME AND I'LL SEND YOU A LINK FOR WHERE TO READ IT ON EITHER TUMBLR, ONEDIRECTIONFANFICTION.COM OR, I'M NOT SURE IF IT'S ON THERE BUT I'LL CHECK, ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN. IF I COULD MAKE THIS PRIVATE, I WOULD. BUT AS I'M STILL UPLOADING, PUBLISHING AND THEN EDITING EVERY CHAPTER ONE BY ONE, I CAN'T. I'M SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

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