maya

Evelyn only wanted one night of freedom—one lie, one trip to Coachella, one wild concert. Instead, she wakes up with a wedding band on her finger… and the world’s most famous singer as her husband.
          
          What should’ve been a reckless mistake spirals into heartbreak when she finds herself pregnant. Labeled a liar and gold-digger, abandoned by her family, and dismissed by him and his team, Evelyn is left to raise her child alone. For three years, her daughter becomes her world—every sacrifice worth it.
          
          But when Harry returns, it isn’t for her. With his money, lawyers, and influence, he fights to take the only joy she has left. To Evelyn, it’s nothing more than a publicity stunt. With their secret marriage still hidden, she must protect her daughter—and her heart—from the man she swore never to forgive.
          
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          i would appreciate if you checked out my book :) ୨♡୧

hey there, 
          
          i’ve seen you’re into larry fics (good taste btw). i’m writing one right now that’s absolutely feral — it’s called Saints & Sinners (Or Whatever the Hell We Are) and it’s a dual timeline disaster:
          
          present day (2025), featuring molly-laced sex clubs, rooftop breakdowns, fake pap walks, Harry in Vatican or doing one of his random-ass side-quests, post-Soccer Aid emotional carnage, and Glastonbury
          
          past timeline from xfactor tryouts through all the cursed lore (e.g. new year’s eve 2011, babygate, cakegate, stockholm, everything we’ve tried to emotionally repress).
          
          it’s R-rated, emotionally devastating, high on tension, low on chill. harry’s a lovesick menace in lace, louis is dissociating in Costa Rica, and they’re both stupidly obsessed with each other in the way that makes you want to cry and then reread it at 3AM.
          
          i post multiple times weekly (because i’m mentally ill and consistent) and i’d love if you gave it a peek. no pressure. just me here, on my knees. metaphorically. unless that helps.
          
          if you ever feel like reading it, i’ll owe you a spiritual blowjob or something equally meaningful ♡