Harry Styles is one of the most talked about and hottest man on this planet. With his undeniable charm, irresistible dimples and luscious curly brown hair, millions of girls fall at his feet. Nicknamed 'The Player' by all his bandmates, Harry sets a bet with them stating that he can get any girl they choose and have a happy relationship with her for exactly three months. If he gave up or cheated on the girl then he would lose the bet and all his pride and glory. The only thing Harry never anticipated was how much this girl would change his life, for the better and worse.

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

secrets are harmless, aren't they? [ highest ranking #90 in fanfiction - 2015.06.25 ]

There was nothing that couldn't stop this guilt that was eating her alive.... Or so she thought.

Harry Styles and Brooke Evans were dating for two years and were crazy in love with each other. Brooke was a music final year student in London while dating Harry and her life was so perfect,best parents,best friends,best college life,best boyfriend.But one day changes everything,the day she lost her virginity to Harry, more exactly after that day. Brooke finds out that she's pregnant of Harry's baby and doesn't know about her college life and her life with Harry. She didn't want to ruin his career and wanted him to keep living his dream. Which is why Brooke breaks up with Harry never telling him she was pregnant. One year later, Brooke is happy with her daughter Darcy ...or she says she's happy. What happens if Harry finds out he has a daughter? Will Harry and Brooke get back together? What would happen to One Direction? Will Harry know that Darcy is noone else than his little princess Cover made by @BeingZanyaRoss out of her own interest thank you thank you. Check her books guys they re amazing Highest rank: #1 Darcy #3 Darcy #8 #9 #50 #218 #416 Fanfiction #484 Fanfiction #651 Fanfiction

18 year old Tahlia Rose has been living with her father for 15 years. 15 years of abuse. Yes, her father is abusive. When she was only 3 years old, her mother died in a tragic car accident leaving her forced to live with her only known family member; her father. She has no social life, no friends, no licence and no job. She believes her life is a pathetic, useless, a mistake... and all she is, is a waste of space; And if you believe that, there is no point in living in a world with no place for you right? On the edge of ending her life, how can one accidental collide between her and Harry Styles in the middle of a shopping centre change her life? Can this cheeky, flirt regain the happiness she's only once felt in her life? Will she open up to him? Or will he judge her, and leave her to crumble down even more? << WARNING: SELF HARM AND SUICIDAL THINGS INCLUDED. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS TOPIC. PLEASE AND THANKYOU. Stay strong, you're beautiful. <3 >>

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

Leah Evans is the definition of a businesswoman: strong, smart, and on her way to becoming the biggest CEO of one of New York's finest companies. However, when disaster strikes, she is fired and left to fend for herself in the big city. It is in this desperate time of need that she accepts the position to be the personal secretary of Harry Styles, the rich, handsome, and extremely arrogant but powerful businessman. Will Leah learn to deal with Harry's haughty attitude? Or will their relationship turn into something besides strictly professional?