(Under Rewrite) All Enjolras cared about was his revolution, his Patria. He had no time for women. Even if he did, he could never find one who he deemed worthy for his affection. It seems this Apollo will always remain of stone until the day he dies. That was until a certain woman started working at the Cafe Musain. Stubborn, annoying, and down right infuriating to the red coated revolutionary, Ninette seemed to shake him down to his core. Could his heart of stone be cracking? I do not own any characters or plots created by the writer of Les Miserables or the stage production. This is my own story plot and has my own created characters. I do not own any music in this story. All rights go to the creators and the owners of the youtube channels they appear in.

In which a figment of Harry's imagination becomes reality, in the best and worst possible ways. . . WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

"All I want for Christmas is Harry Styles..." We've all thought it, but what if one day it came true? Tate is just a normal girl from a small town. Fed up with all the brads and chads, she makes the life changing wish for Harry Styles. But what happens when the next day he shows up in town and she's the only one who remembers who he is? How will these two opposite people figure out how to find common ground? And will they be able to do so before the town's annual Winter Wonder Fest? This story is cheesy. Think Hallmark movie. It's pretty innocent as well. There's mild cursing, but no smut. This is pure, cute, Holiday energy.

"Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive." In which a girl called Ana meets a boy called Harry who has a strange fascination with the rain. [cover by: @rowlipsticks] highest rankings: #1 in fiction #1 in harrystyles

Soulmates, sunflowers, hot air balloons, ballet, wildfire and music. ----- EXCERPT: "Why do you always call me sunflower?" She looks as though she's desperate for the answer, staring into my soul with so much sincerity in her words. I smile to myself, knowing exactly why. "Why do you have the sunflower tattoo darling?" I answer with another question which she doesn't seem too pleased about. "No, Harry you can't do that. I asked first." She sulks, smoothing her hands down my shirt and I can't help but chuckle slightly at her frustration. "I know, I know. Just answer the question Evie." I try to reassure her without giving too much away. She huffs with the roll of her eyes but gives in none the less. "Because of my first dance recital. Sunflowers are a happy memory for me." She explains, and I can see her trying to piece the puzzle together in those ocean eyes of hers. I bite my lip, hesitating a moment and thinking of the perfect way to say this. "I call you sunflower Evie because you are all my happiest memories." ----- The story based off of the TikTok POV by @stopmaddiedancing ----- Highest Rankings: 1 in #Onedirection 1 in #One 1 in #Direction 1 in #Niall 1 in #Literature

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.*