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.

    I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back.Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate."W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong."Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

    "Something can be both delicate and violent" ***Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?"My heart is running a hundred miles an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye."Well now you've got him"He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor."...Run little mouse"

    Everyone on campus knows the name, but few know the man behind it. He's a legend, the most ruthless fighter in a local, underground fight club, nicknamed for how often he makes his opponents bleed.When Zara Clark, an ambitious writer on the school's newspaper, decides that she's going to make him her next featured piece - nothing will stop her from getting her story. Especially not the cold, arrogant, closed-off man himself. The unexpected connection she feels with him when they finally meet throws her for a loop, and she embarks on the most wild ride of her life as she begins to uncover, and unravel, the man beneath the legend - Harry Styles.

    

    However, instead of dying like she was supposed to, Delilah finds herself at Hogwarts in 1943. She tries to tread carefully, but Tom Riddle is not someone so easily ignored.Available to Read on: Wattpad, ao3 under user: iimplicitt

    

    With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school.The problem, naturally, lies with Regulus Black, the broody boy who just might be the most effortlessly aggravating person she's ever met in her whole life. And for someone who was raised with James Potter, that's saying a lot.

    With the help of his friends, he's thrown into a few awkward situations along the way.

    However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

    

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