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 Paris without you, just isn't right.

"this is so wrong" "buts it's so right" god why does my teacher have to be to hot. ____________________________________________________ Read at your own risk. Prepare yourself. This story contains: -STRONG SEXUAL CONTACT -NUDITY -MATURE LANGUAGE

"If you're ever feeling lonely look at the moon. Because someone somewhere might be looking at it too." As I look at the moon, I wished for so many things. For happiness, laughter, joy but most of all love. I was sick of being lonely and having no one but myself. Wishes were superficial, but I knew that but maybe just for me, they would come true. And surprisingly they did. In the shape of a boy named Bradley Simpson. ** THIS IS NOT A WEREWOLF BOOK ** Highest Ranking: #1 under "Bradley Simpson"

When the lead singer on the vamps meets little mixes fifth member and you fall for brad *UNDER A LOT OF EDITING*