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.*

"ill be with you, no matter what." he said when she was hurting, even if he hurted more

i have feelings i can't explain. all i know, is that they're because of you.

"To live is to be haunted"

[ HARRY S. AU ; COMPLETED ] the one where lila marvins meets a beautiful boy named harry styles in a beautiful season. © UNDERDRESS { LOWERCASE INTENDED } STARTED: OCTOBER 6TH, 2016. FINISHED: JANUARY 11TH, 2017. HIGHEST ACHIEVEMENT: #40 IN SHORT STORY. JUNE 16TH, 2017 DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK WAS ORIGINALLY IN SHORT STORY BUT WATTPAD KEPT CHANGING IT TO FANFICTION AND THEY LOWKEY THREATENED ME WHEN I KEPT CHANGING IT BACK TO SHORT STORY SO IMA JUST LEAVE IT ON FANFICTION.

©martomlin All rights reserved Dead Flowers January 2018 Completed (under lazy reconstruction) - - Jane Hughes is an eighteen-year-old girl that is about to dive head-first into the blood-thirty jaws of womanhood. Plagued with a mother that resents her youth, a disinterested father, and an impetuous ex-fiancee that's never been told no, she is on the cusp of change. She's certain her days will be spent with her unfathomably gorgeous best friend in the tiny music shop where they work. Then there's Harry. He's graceful, intense, handsome. He waltzes into her world carefully, one boot-clad foot in front of the other. They fall hard and fast for another, hardly having time to brace themselves for the initial impact. Harry nudges her toward a revolution outside of peace rallies and Vietnam protests, one that is gritty, insatiable, and tangible. Set against the backdrop of the violent, decadent early 1970's in North America, Jane navigates her path with uncertain boldness.

in which her favourite word is terrible and his favourite word is her name. © Iighter

I am not defined by my disorders or flaws, but how I have survived and conquered.

in which he helps her trying to find herself again © Iighter

|voltooid| "I fucking miss you, asshole" Dit is een kortverhaal, maar ook een fanfictie over Harry Styles (: Start: 18/11/2017 End: 18/12/2017 #1 in Kortverhaal 17/12/2017 ♡ All Rights Reserved @emz_1234