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.*

Harry Styles is the owner of a very popular strip club called LURE and he happens to need a new stripper. When he spots a perfect brown-haired boy in the mall and over hears him saying he needs to make lots of money and he needs to make it quick, he doesn't hesitate in offering him a job. Will the boy turn it down, or will his need for money coax him into taking it? [this is a Slow Burn story so if that's not your thing, don't read, this is your warning so please no NEW comments complaining about it, thanks :)]

* Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* {IN THE MAKING} Gabriella Rodriguez: A tireless 18 year old girl that has to provide for her siblings, more ways than one. Harry Styles: A new teacher at school wanting to know more about the intriguing girl that not only he taught, but bumps into more ways than one. ****** Preview: I walk over to the group of men in front of the stage and start dancing. Swaying my hips to the beat of the song. All of them throwing money at me or tucking bills into my corset. Something about dancing so provocatively felt so dangerous yet exhilarating. My movements came to a halt as I turned around to be faced with a set of green eyes I never expected to see here. Fuck.

Ella is a university student and a waitress at one of the hottest clubs in town. She is assigned to interview one of the most popular bartenders/models of a rival club for an article for her university newspaper. Will this witty, clever student be able to tame him or will he be able to see right through her?