Harry Styles is a well know young man around town. Known for getting the highest marks in his classes while finding the time to keep up with his social status. Always surrounding himself with so many people, yet he can't get over the feeling of loneliness within him. He has yet to find happiness in his life. Until a young lad with pretty blue eyes stubbles into his life. Like literally. Louis Tomlinson, unlike Harry, is living the life between being an outcast and the school's talk. Walking the hall alone with the same lavender sweater that covers his petite form. Covering the bruises with the sleeves of his sweater forming tiny sweater paws. He is forgotten. A nobody When Harry stays after school to find a book in the library for an English essay, will he see the shy boy hiding in the back of the room? Will he walk up to greet the small boy or will he ignore him like everyone else does?

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.*