Read for a good laugh or whatever

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.*

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)

"Lucy?" My head snapped up and there he was. In my kitchen, I haven't seen him in years. I even thought he might have left the country, but there he was. His green orbs staring in to mine, and I didn't know if it felt safe or if I should run for the hills. "H-Harry?" •completed•

|British Dictionary| Kissy; adj. 1. Informal showing exaggerated affection, especially by frequent touching or kissing. |Urban Dictionary| Kissy 1. A cute way to say it would be nice to kiss you because I want too.

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

READ! Because some of you still don't get this book contains male pregnancy. BEFORE YOU START READING. THIS IS MPREG! THAT IS YOUR WARNING SO YOU ARE NOT COMMENTING ABOUT IT LATER OR TELLING ME THINGS DON'T WORK LIKE THAT. I KNOW, BUT IT'S FICTION. "You're so cute when you laugh!" Louis threw his hands up into the air then continued laughing feeling Harry's shaky head on his shoulder. "And you're cute too...if I could and if I wanted to I would marry you." Harry looked up giving him a lazy smile. "You're not husband material." Louis hiccuped then laughed when Harry pouted. "And I'm proud of it." Was all Harry said before drinking his tequila shot. "You're the kind of person I'll never have sex with." Louis stated looking back at Harry who had a horrified expression on his face. "I wouldn't sleep with you either." He said then burst out laughing. [Harry and Louis are two strangers visiting Vegas. Harry just wants to have fun and Louis just wants to get over the cheating bastard of his ex fiance. They accidentally get married.] ~*~*~*~ This is my new chaptered fic loosely based on the Ashton Kutcher movie What Happens In Vegas, I added my own twists and the plot is different than the movie. I'll update every week depending if I finish the chapter. :) WARNINGS: drunk marriage, Drunk Sex, Drunk Louis, Drunk Harry, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Cheating, Fake Marriage, Mpreg, Mpreg Louis, Bottom Louis, Top Harry, bottom!Louis, top!Harry, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Little bit of angst, Fluff

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

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!