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.*

Ignorance is bliss.

(Don't have to be a fan of The Wanted or know anything about the band to read this) A Facade. That was what my life was. Same everyday normal life, some days better then others. I've always gone in with the normal crowd and that was it. Then on that Dark night my life changed entirely. At nineteen I thought I would be fine going home in the dark. It wasn't too far, what could possibly go wrong? A lot of things can go wrong. You meet people who try to take away something special and you meet a man. A man like no other, one who brought the impossible into the land of the possible. Lies are told, pasts are uncovered, and deaths are foretold. If someone told you, that you weren't human would you believe them? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED This story is protected by Copyright law. Don't copy my work, this story takes me hours to write and I've worked on it very hard. If I find a story that is like this I won't hesitate to report you. Don't take my work and tweak it to make it look like yours, that's plagiarism. Be original :)

Michael is looking for a new start and a way to manage his anger issues when he moves back to Sydney, leaving his mum behind, and moves in with his former best friend, Ashton. Unfortunately, Michael finds that starting over is much more difficult than he expects; Michael doesn't expect that there'd be a boy so timid Michael can't even raise his voice around him, and Michael certainly doesn't expect to care. But he does care, and if Michael doesn't learn to control his anger soon, Luke Hemmings might slip away--and Michael can't let that happen. Highest rank: Fanfiction #19

Nathan Sykes has changed. For the worse. He lives behind a mask, a mask of innocence and happiness, for his fans and for his fame. His bandmates are sick and tired of his antics. They've given up on him, threatening to kick him out unless he gets an attitude adjustment. Alex Meyer is Nathan's complete opposite: A ray of sunshine, with a rebellious streak. After a tiny mishap, the rest of the band knew she's the answer to their prayers. Along with crazy misadventures, she might be the one to finally bring back the old Nathan--assuming they don't murder each other before anything can take effect.

or when a girl and boy meet at a party and give each other endearing nicknames such as lucifer and indiana jones

Not every story has the perfect fairytale ending, but Nathan makes it as close as it could ever be.

Two people. 140 floors. 20 minutes for what needs to be said.