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.*

[ COMPLETED: MARCH 2016 - JUNE 2018 ] ••• "You know what's a stupid idea if you were best friends with someone?" My heartbeat quicken. "What?" I cleared my dry throat. "Dating them. I mean, dating your best friend is kind of stupid. Like, what if things don't work out? Then they break up and you guys are no longer best friends anymore." Those sentences broke my heart into tiny little pieces. "I agree." I lied. "This is why we should stay best friends, that's it." He smiled. I nod faking a smile. Hearing those words come out of your best friend's mouth hurts like hell. Especially when you started falling for them. What do you think will happen? Will Matt fall for her too? Or will he friend zone her? Will she lose her feelings for him? ••• © 1DNarryStoran13 2016. All rights reserved. ••• [ HIGHEST RANKS: ] #1 under 'Matthew Espinosa' #2 under '#magcon' Winner of the Fanfiction Awards 2018 under 'Best Magcon Fanfic'

She had a dream job. One Direction's personal assistant. And she was in love with Harry, but did he feel the same? Could he really fall for someone like her? All she knew is she wanted him in her life, however she could have him. **Disclaimer: This is the first story I ever wrote on here. I've thought about editing it, but I prefer to leave it in it's original state. I think it helps to show how I've grown as a writer.

BOOK 1 of the Let's Hurt Tonight series She was a senior in college, trying to finish her degree, when she accidentally ran into critically acclaimed musician, Harry Styles. ... "Oh, I'm sorry, love. I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

COMPLETED! ~ "'I'm different than these other girls you're used to. I'm not giving myself up to you." I answer. "Sure you won't, baby." Abel winks. "However I always get want. And I want you." Then, his lips brush with my mine. Without even fully feeling them, I could sense that they were very plump and soft. Tempting. Abel's hands snake to the sides of my curves, and I begin to panic. He's getting too friendly with me. This isn't right, he needs to get off of me! "This is very unprofessional, isn't it Mr. Tesfaye?" Abel straightens his self up off me, and I finally exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding when the elevator doors open. Despite me resisting, my body was still hot from his touch and I couldn't help fantasize about what could've happened. ~ After working with The Weeknd, Aaliyah Willows will soon learn why you should never mix business with pleasure. Weeknd fanfic.