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.*

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!

There's three things you should know about Harry: 1. When we were in ninth grade his biggest aspiration in life was to start a punk ukulele band. 2. Once I made him a bracelet with plastic beads that didn't have a pattern in the slightest, and he wore it for years until the pink string holding it together couldn't take any more wear and tear. 3. He's been my neighbor for more than half my life, and that hasn't changed now that we're in college. There's three things you should know about me: 1. I'm banned from the putt putt golf course in my hometown... but that's actually Harry's fault. 2. I'm not a fan of math, but I'm good at it, which has turned into a constant battle in my head. 3. I'm not about to fall in love with my best friend. I'm not.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑──── ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ one successful singer meets a painter through hiring her to paint his band's new album cover. - an excerpt of clementine ivers' life - ¡ 2nd Place winner of the Fanfic Genre Batch1 in 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ! ¡ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! published @ 03/28/2020 completed @ 03/28/2021 [luke x fem!oc] -book 01 of the 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 © 2020-2021 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐨𝐟-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

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.

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

Preston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza

I held my breath as I hit send. My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were slightly shaking. 'wow you are hella cute' she replied after a solid 30 seconds of silence. I let out the breath I was holding in relief. She thinks he's cute, good. I saved a few more pictures of the random guy I had found under my twitter followers, making sure to follow him back in case I needed more of his pictures later. I then hit the back button and went back onto my profile. My eyes landed on my own picture and I froze. I, Harry Styles, just catfished someone... I'm a fucking catfish. credit for the cover goes to @sugarbabeniall thanks boo #13 in catfish 5/17/18

[BOOK 1 OF THE 'BOY' SERIES] "How about we take the long way home, baby?" he sent me a wink from the drivers seat. "How about no. It's 7:52 and I've got an episode of supernatural to catch at 8." A Harry Styles fanfic. HIGHEST RANKING: #180 in fanfiction 8/1/17 #345 in fanfiction 7/16/17 #43 in harry 5/17/18