God·speed /ˌɡädˈspēd/ an expression of good wishes to a person starting a journey. in which they're too good at goodbyes. aka monroe brooks gets the opportunity of a lifetime when she's offered a job as none other than harry styles' bassist on his first ever solo tour.

I saw his face and got inspired in a minute. I knew that I could write millions of poems just for his eyes. I wrote them. He was my muse. I was his muse. We inspired each other but nothing stays the same as it was once. Harry Styles is a famous singer and songwriter, known worldwide. He had just moved with his team into this house so he could find inspiration. Eloise Taylor is a famous writer. Her writer's block is something she can't get rid of. So she moves into this house so she could find inspiration. Everything changed. Nothing was the same as it was when the two of them met. And that led to an album and a book full of poems, a heart full of love and sadness too. (I was thinking about who you are, your delicate point of you)

Harry Styles; CEO of 'Pleasing', single dad to two children, prioritizes his job over anything else. Edora Winters; fresh out of college, a nursery practitioner living in the heart of Los Angeles, prioritizes her job over anything else. What happens when Edora, a woman who spends her time protecting children, comes across Harry, a man who spends his days neglecting his children? Even better, what happens when a drunken meet up in Las Vegas leads to a wedlock, to a child of their own, binding them together for years to come? STARTED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2021 FINISHED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2022

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

"i'm going to love you forever. i hope you know that." "i wish i didn't." in which two people getting over heartbreak, meet on a plane. aka harry styles meets the girl of his dreams, only to realize forever is only temporary.

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.*