Avery Martin is a smart 18-year-old with a boyfriend of one year, two rich parents, and goes to an Ivy League school. As disaster strikes between her and her boyfriend, Avery finds herself visiting a 24-hour diner late at night to forget about him. She meets an employee named Harry Styles and befriends him.

{COMPLETE} "Have you ever been touched like this before Harry?" She whispers and he whimpers against her touch. "N-no." He stutters, fighting the urge to give into temptation. He was just an innocent, sweet, virgin church boy. She was determined to change that. The only thing preventing that from happening was a mischievous boy named Louis. Highest Ranking: #3 in Harrystylesfanfic All rights reserved @stylesxwriter, 2016©️

It's hard to resist a bad boy who is a good man.

He was destined to be evil; it was in his blood. He was destined to kill; it was in his blood. But destiny takes a turn when he does the unexpected, unacceptable, and downright insane thing no other creature of his species has dared to do... He falls in love. [Highest Ranking: #15 in Paranormal] -Please note that this story was inspired by Sally Green's "Half Bad" and yet I can assure you the story is entirely different. The basis is similar, but the context is not. Thank you-

This is what it all has come down to? Me and you? So it seems. *Completed*

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"All you had to do was trust me." "You're the one that's leaving..." "You're the one that isn't stopping me." **********

She was the shy girl in the back of the class. He was in the fight club. When opposites attract, the outcome is unpredictable.

Payton, a 19 year old college girl, had to pretty much grow up on her own. With her promiscuous mom, coming and going and a missing father, the only people she had to lean on was her Godfather and her two best friends. Second year in at School of Art Institute of Chicago, Payton meets Harry; a mysterious, quite, attractive young man with a dark aura. Payton is right away captivated by him and makes it her goal to find out who he is. She is warned by others to stay away from Harry and is even warned by Harry himself, but she keeps on pushing her way through his walls. As she becomes more and more involved, things go bad and Payton finds herself trapped. Can she forgive all of his mistakes? *** Harry's eyes furrowed in carnal concentration, as he slowly rubbed his tip against my bundle of nerves. "Harry, please," I nearly cried, I was completely consumed with his every movement, unable to move or think anything else but Harry. "I'm sorry angel," He groaned into my ear, nibbling on my lobe before bringing his length all the way down to where I want him. I breathed out a shaky breath as Harry inserted just the head of his penis into me. Every muscle in me tightened in eagerness, "God baby you're so tight and wet for me." Harry pushed in more, just to enter an inch further before withdrawing completely and going back to my cli.t. I wound my hands in my hair in frustration and pouted. Harry laughed at my exasperated state. "I told you I wanted desert." *** "I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched." ~Edgar Allan Poe ***Will include material that may be sensitive to some, including: sexuality, violence, and language. Everything is not what you expect it to be!