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 inspires, she adores, she walks away. Bored out of his mind, Harry decides to attend New York Fashion Week, hoping to uncover a muse for his next hit single... Recent graduate Quinn is finally finding work in her field, filming for amateur musicians, weddings, and even fashion shows. Unbeknownst to her, her unique personality and compulsion to speak her mind has caught someone else's attention... https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2frcDoni0WxRzAG0qXTyQv?si=xwDyZuEfSEGXZ5fUvZbFlw CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! All Rights Reserved @uptownpapaya Do not translate my stories!

My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; his pinkie wrapped in mine is a feeling I've never realised I crave so badly. Perhaps because I couldn't have it. Not until now. **** With growing up comes change and for Tilly and Harry - change was their detriment. *this story contains mature and explicit content* * COMPLETED* Highest Achievements: #1 in one #1 in onedirection #1 in hs1 #1 in secretlove #1 in harrystyles #1 in films #1 in onedirectionasthemselves

"She's the first one that I see and I don't know why. I don't know who she is." - Fresh out of his first solo album, Harry styles is having a reoccurring dream about a girl he doesn't know. One day, on the set of his new music video, he meets her and they become friend. It's a story where a boy tries to make his dreams a reality.

• ad infinitum • (adv.) again and again in the same way; forever • ••• "You touch your eyebrow when you're thinking," I said. "And you chew on your lip," he said, meeting my eyes. I looked away quickly. He stood from his chair, walking closer to me. "Does it not hurt to chew on it all the time?" "No, it doesn't," I said, looking to my feet. It was too difficult to make eye contact with him, especially when he stood so close to me. "I don't touch my eyebrow," he said quietly. "I touch the scar." I nodded, feeling my mouth go dry. "We all have our quirks," he said. "And I feel yours is more destructive than mine, Miss Y/L/N." "It's not destructive, not really. I know what hurts and what doesn't," I rambled, peeking up at him, finding his eyes heavy on my face. I averted my eyes. "Look at you," he muttered. "You can't even look at me." I felt as though my entire body was trembling as his hand grazed mine. "I thought you weren't shy, Miss Y/L/N," he said quietly. ••• How do you describe perfection? Imperfections that you wouldn't mind dealing with for the rest of your life; ad infinitum. Y/N Y/L/N is the newest hire at Hogwarts. Having graduated from Ilvermorny, she struggles to find a teaching job. After all, the demand for Latin teachers isn't all that high. But she manages to secure a job at Hogwarts where she'll be a teacher's assistant. Little does she know, she'll be a whole lot more. Immediately, she is drawn to the newest professor at Hogwarts, a kind if not sullen man. The job that she only took out of necessity becomes something that she wouldn't trade for anything. She'd do it forever if she could; ad infinitum. *** Thank you to @TheHalfbloodBlack for correcting the Latin titles!

"Please don't look at me like that" "Like what?" "Like you can't live without me." "But I can't" *half-blood prince* *Book 4* *Fred Weasley*

Prophecy states a child born on the sixteenth of June will rise as a strong witch, loyal to her own, with a rare ability. Shall she aid the Dark Lord. But the greatest betrayal will be made. Fall in love she will and she shall cross the line. The difference between defeat and victory lies within her hands. Cassiopeia Evelyn Malfoy, daughter to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. She is raised to believe in blood purity and that her kind were superior. She is bound to rebel against her parents who control her life. And as times are getting darker, she finds her only light. This is a story of love, hate, trust, and sacrifice. This is her story - her battle scars. ~ *I do not own Harry Potter. I only own any OCs throughout this book. All other characters belong to the amazing J.K Rowling. *This story mainly follows the books (as they are superior), though I may add a few scenes from the movies. ~ Highest Rankings 🏆 1 in #hogwarts 1 in #malfoy 1 in #harrypotter 3 in #fredweasley

"You're quite skilled in the area of excuses, aren't you Ellie Darling." "Don't you two get any ideas." "The ideas are already flowing, El!" *Goblet of Fire* *Book 2* *Fred Weasley*

"I mean you own a dragon for goodness sake!" "Well first off, I don't own a dragon." *Prisoner of Azkaban* *Book 1* *Fred Weasley*

Meeting for the first time in a white dress with an officiant stood before them, John and Amelia's worlds are swirled like blood and water. Completed ✓.