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.*

"In order for this to work...you have to be open." Harry laughed...condescendingly? I set my coffee down and folded my arms on top of the table. "What's the problem?" He took another sip of his coffee, set it to the side, and clasped his naked hands together, setting them on the table in front of him. "The problem is that you, like every other reporter, say these nice things but then the second I walk away from the conversation, I'm made out to be a womanizer and a diva." I raised my eyebrows at that and leaned forward. "Well...are you a womanizer and a diva Mr. Styles?" I watched as something that I couldn't quite define flashed through his green eyes. "No. I am not." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What happens when Harry Styles, the one who swore he'd never open up, becomes the vulnerable one? What happens when he pushes back against the mysterious journalist, Rue Kline, and forces her to open up as well? "I don't wanna be alone when it ends..."

Ellie Wilson was never a fan of One Direction, so when Harry Styles walked into the book store she worked nights at, she didn't think twice. When she realized Harry wasn't exactly looking for a book, she had to wonder if this cute boy with long hair and dimples was just looking to have a bit of fun, or something more serious. Bored with her job, and the way her life was going, Ellie was up for any adventure this cute green-eyed boy wanted to take her on. If you'd like to read this story in Romanian, @Writebyheart is translating it: https://www.wattpad.com/story/151347581 If you'd like to read it in Hebrew, @meitalgerz is translating it: https://my.w.tt/PYcXb7gq5P If you'd like to read it in Italian, @lonelymoodS is translating it: https://www.wattpad.com/875845177 Starts in fall 2015, ends....later : ) (It was written in summer/fall 2017) Contains language and some sexual references.

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)