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.*

Louis has always been an outcast. Now he goes to high school. He has always had feelings for none other than Harry Styles, the school's most popular guy, who gets all the girls and is the team captain of the school's football team. Harry on the other hand, has never paid attention to Louis, barely knows he goes to his school. But what will happen when Louis is forced to go to a party? Will Louis finally get Harry's attention, or will Harry never know who the feathery haired boy is? Highest Rankings: #1 in Larry 21/5-21 #1 in Tomlinson 25/10-20 #1 in Stylinson 22/5-21 #1 in Louis 19/4 -22 #4 in Styles 22/12-20 #7 in Larrystylinson 21/5-21 #338 in Fanfiction

"Who's Harry Styles?" "Don't talk to him, He's dangerous." "How?" "He killed his father." Harry Styles has recently finished his sentence in jail for the murder of his own father. Now returning to high school, he has to try and live through the rumors, frightened looks, and harsh words of his fellow classmates. Everyone is either scared or disgusted by Harry except one person; Louis. Louis moved from Doncaster to live with his father after a fight with his mum about his sexuality. His father is a police officer and he warned Louis to stay away. But Louis may or may not feel a bit curious about this 'Harry Styles' and ignores the warnings.

!! Mental health warning !! Madelyn Porter is just a 20-year-old girl with an average life. She is a very quiet college girl who likes to keep to herself. One night, her roommate drags her to a party. She meets five men, but one of them, Harry Styles, stands out to her. Things begin to escalate quickly. Her life gets flipped upside down.

“You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer." She's the candle that cannot burn without his flame. He's the fire that ignites her body, makes her see light, and feel warm and whole again. It's him. And all he has to do is take one look into her eyes and she's inflamed. trailer:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzndySosYg8

Patience Blake is a top agent, but so is Harry Styles. Will they work well together, or will problems stand in their way?

Duplicity doo-plis-i-tee noun deceitfulness in speech or conduct, as by speaking or acting two different ways to different people concerning the same matter; the quality of having two elements or parts being twofold or double. Mary did not think life could get any worse. Then she met Harry Styles.