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.*

Depois do sucesso irrefreável, após a One Direction ser formada, se tornou inegável que Harry Styles começou a se envolver em várias polêmicas com paparazzi, bebidas e saídas com mulheres diferentes a cada final de semana. A vida como astro do pop nunca foi tão extraordinária, até encontrar com Cecília, uma garota que odeia holofotes e qualquer coisa que não fosse sua cama e seus livros. No árdua linha tênue entre amor e amizade criada entre eles, ambos entram em um conflito interno para escolher entre o certo e o errado. Harry mostrará o mundo a Ceci onde os flashes não podem chegar. #4 em Fanfic - 01/05/18 #3 em Harry - 13/05/18

If me and you are living in the same place Why do we feel alone?! A house that's full of everything we wanted But it's an empty home. Why can't we choose our emotion? 'Cause we could feel something's broken And I can't stay without hoping We'll never be alone And all the things that we dream about They don't mean what they did before I just wanna get back to us Cause we used to have more Why does it feel like we're missing out? Like I'm standing behind the door I just wanna get back to us Cause we used to have more We used to have more