[Book 2 of the MY GIRL Trilogy] Harry and Thea return to Holmes Chapel after a storm destroyed their treehouse. When they meet again this time, Harry wants to win back the girl he loves and fix what's been broken. **UPDATE EVERY FRIDAY, 12PM GMT** Highest rankings: #23 childhoodsweethearts (from August 26, 2019) #43 childhood (from September 10, 2019) #58 friendstolovers (from September 2, 2019)

For Thea, Harry is not only the older boy next door, but also her best friend, her first crush, the only reason that she - someone who grows up in a dysfunctional home, still believes in true love. When he leaves Holmes Chapel and follows his bigger dreams to London, neither of them thinks they will ever see each other again. Until they do, at a funeral. - Highest rankings: #5 in harrystylesfanfic and harrystylesfanfiction (from July 6, 2019) #14 in harrystyles (from June 29, 2019) #23 in childhoodsweethearts (from July 7, 2019) #46 in harry (from July 21, 2019) #46 in tumblr (from March 1, 2021)

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