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.*

If he weren't there... I don't know what would have happened. What starts as a tragic beginning, blossoms into a beautiful romance between a doctor and his former patient. A love story with unexpected twists and turns throughout. SEQUEL: Salvation ~ h.s. Highest Rankings: #1 in AdultRomance #1 in OneDirection #1 in 1DFanFiction #2 in NewAdult #2 in NewAge #4 in Romance #5 in HarryEdwardStyles #23 HarryStyles

he had loved her blindly... metaphorically and literally. (Short story) ©WeTukAChonce_ [cover by: soundthealarm]

"i'd never seen someone sign in front of me. but, i don't know if i was more focused on the language, or the man using it." - cassidy byrne is lucky. it's luck that her brother is "dating" the dean's daughter at college. it's luck that she was accepted past the admission deadline. it's luck that she managed to get into a dorm, at all. but is it luck that her roommate's interpreter is harry styles? to cassidy, it seems anything but. COMPLETED 11/3/19 EDITING 9/8/2020 -

She the patient, she needs patience in him finding a cure He has to be patient with her condition World class neurosurgeon Harry Styles is the last hope of chronically ill Kate Jones. Harry want to help her desperately, even more when he and Kate become closer. They both need patience, Kate in him finding a cure and harry with her condition. Will Harry cure Kate? And what if their hearts get involved?

"I had to water them." She says. "They were dying." In which a girl breaks into her neighbor, Harry Styles' Malibu home, to water his dead sunflowers. - contains mature content and language

"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

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She found him in the middle of a forest. He exposed her to a world she never imagined. Their lives will never be the same again.