Pink roses were her favorite. So he bought her white. ** "God didn't give you that beautiful mouth so you would fucking cry all the time. Be a brat, see what happens." |involves daddy kink| mentions improper use of drugs, alcohol, sex, and consensual relationships| age gap| *editing as ongoing* **ALL RIGHTS RESERVED DO NOT COPY**

Harry has a bad reputation that precedes him, Y/N just wants to get good grades and stay out of trouble. Somehow they end up sharing a flat. #1 in tumblr (from March 1, 2021)

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.*

It's assumed euphoria follows me around the world as I tell unknown stories through songs, yet I'd never known true happiness until I met her. **story contains mature scenes which may not be appropriate for certain readers** Best Awards: #6 - harrystyles #1 - harrystylesfanfiction #1 - fromthediningtable #5 - fineline