It's assumed euphoria follows me around the world as I tell unknown stories through songs, yet I'd never known true happiness until I met her. **story contains mature scenes which may not be appropriate for certain readers** Best Awards: #6 - harrystyles #1 - harrystylesfanfiction #1 - fromthediningtable #5 - fineline

★ COMPLETED ★ philophobia (n.) the fear of falling in love in which 22 year old magazine editor blair reeser gets fired from her job by harry styles all while dealing with the stress of her bridezilla sister, bitchy boss, and unruly coworkers. what could go wrong?

When I first met him, when I first got drawn into those emerald eyes I never knew he'd mean that much to me just weeks later. I never knew he would be the one being able to break me and fix me within seconds. I never knew he would be the one I fall in love with. Warning: this was the first fanfiction that I wrote and it makes me cringe so don't expect it to be perfect All Rights Reserved to stylesdimplxs, 2015. ©

I lowered myself to my knees, biting my lip softly as I felt him walk up behind me. He brought his arm around me, his hand wrapping around the left side of my jawline, moving against it to the right. It took everything in me not to bite his arm as it passed in front of me. He stopped his hand right under my chin, his thumb pressing softly on my lower lip until my mouth hung open slightly. "Suck it." He said, his voice thick with lust. I took his thumb in my mouth, sucking it softly. With his other hand, he brought my face back against him, wrapping it tightly around my neck, "Good girl." He said, his green eyes barring down at me. His shirt hung open, the dark ink engraving his body illuminated by the small light in the room. His butterfly tattoo moving with his breath. "You remember the safe word?" He said sternly, and I nodded. "I need to hear you." He said, the grip around my neck slightly tighter. I released his thumb from my mouth, licking my lips, "Yes, sir." He smirked at me, his dimples devilishly appearing on his face as he bent down and kissed me deeply. - Harry Styles walks into an LA bar when Carolina Townes instantly captures his eye. From her sassy smug personality, to her free spirit, he becomes completely enamored. But can he grow past his dark ways, to fully appreciate her the way she wants to be. STORY WILL CONTAIN: Sexual content and drugs.

Harry and Y/N's relationship was one everyone wanted. Everyone loved seeing them together because they were always happy with each other. The two barely fought and they were both understanding of one another's feelings. The day before tour, Harry slips up and makes Y/N rethink their whole relationship. Everything is perfect until...it isn't. Follow Harry and Y/N as they uncover twist and turns in their relationship and find out who the real villain is. Harry Styles x Reader Short Story Based on tiktok series @/horansprincess #1 in LoveOnTour #1 in HES #1 in OliviaWilde #1 in HSFF #1 in JeffAzoff #1 in olivia #1 in name #1 in breakup

This is a book solely for random one shots that I think of and it's probably gonna be everywhere! I want Bare Handed to be a book where I can try different things and expand my writing for my real books. So enjoy babes **These stories will include mature and explicit content**

* * * * * * COMPLETED * * * * * * We laid together in silence, Harry running his fingers through my hair, me tracing the ink scattering his chest and abdomen. I could lay here forever... At least until my mind starts running wild. "What is this to you Harry?" I whisper, afraid to ask. I don't know where that came from, but I need to know. "What do you mean?" "I don't know... I just, I don't want to be another one of your girls. And I know whatever's going on between us is more than that, but... I don't know." I sigh. "It's only you, baby." Harry kisses my forehead. "I only want you, and it better be the same damn way for you. There's no way I'm sharing you." I smile to myself. That's what I needed to hear. "There isn't, it's only you for me too." ** © 2014 by angellwt_. All rights reserved. (WARNING: MATURE STORY) ********COMPLETED********

CHROMA: the purity of a color; it's freedom from white or grey. Maia Drew grew up within the walls of Madison Square Garden. She knew every inch, every marking and it's ever changing features. As the MSG head photographer and social media manager, she was no strangers to the artist and athletes that had left their mark here, but no one could quite make an impact like Harry Styles. He came in, an intense specific hue, changing the chroma of MSG in Maia's eyes forever.