My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; hi...
When (Y/N) and her two best friends decide to move to L.A. for your 26th birthday they go out to and celebrate their new found independence. They go to a simple bar for your birthday where you find your self getting drunk and stumbling into a strong pair of arms. "Don't worry I got You." the mysterious m...
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...