✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡. I want more berries and that summer feeling ☆.*｡･ﾟ✫ This shouldn't be happening but it is. I shouldn't be pressing my body against my best friend's brother like I was magnetic to him but I am. "This is wrong," I barely get out before my eyes close as soon as his lips leave a particularly tender and warm kiss to the spot where my collarbone and neck meet, my breath starting to come in heavily. My head involuntarily tilts to the side as Harry's lips make their way up slowly behind my ear. A small gasp escapes my lips when I feel him nibble on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "If this is wrong, then I don't want to be right," he whispers. And just like that, I'm fucked. - Sun, sea, friendship, and romance. One thing's certain for Lacey and her friends: it'll be a summer to remember. - DISCLAIMER: mature, content, drug and alcohol use, language, and violence. read at your discretion! This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. **COMPLETED**

A one night stand with Harry Styles: What's the worst that can happen?

"You're wet for me" Harry says. "Is that a good thing?" I ask "Perfect" Harry is the typical high school bad boy who's afraid of love. What does he do once he cant hide from it. Harry doesn't date, right? Jess is just trying to go by her senior year as quickly as possible. The annoying jock gets in the way. He always does. She tries her best to stay away but, is it really that simple?

Taking place in the summer of 1978, the story follows 18-year-old aspiring music journalist, nicknamed Goldie, tasked with following up-and-coming UK rock band - The Orphans - while they do their first tour of the U.S. New to life on the road, Goldie befriends Orphan's front man Harry Styles, a handsome narcissist with an addictive personality. "You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact." - John Lennon ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/Oy8ixhAodNQ

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

opulence /ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns/ great wealth or luxuriousness. Apollo III, a gang consisting of all girls, tasked with robbing Casino's all over America. What happens when Apollo III crosses paths with Harry Styles, the owner of Stardust Casino, and Harry's five best friends? // I made eye contact with piercing green eyes, as the purple lights from above danced on his face, he smirked as two girls grinded on him. He seemed to love the attention. Liked the thought that everyone is eating out of his hand, and he's aware of it. "What about him?" I questioned, nodding my head in his direction. "Him? He's dangerous... in many ways. He's a pathetic excuse for a human. He has a reputation, a scumbag who fucks around with everyone." She shouted to me over the music. I threw back a blowjob shot and thanked the bartender, he winked at me and I turned around in disgust. I rolled my eyes, "Wanker," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed another shot and noticed the man started to nudge and push people in the crowd, as he made his way towards me and the girls. Neveah clamped her hand around my wrist and started pulling me away, I slammed the shot glass on the bar as Neveah urgently pulled me away. I turned at the man with green eyes and brown hair as a curl fell down across his forehead, he smirked at me and I whipped my head back around to the front of me, to feel my wrist being squeezed by Neveah's hand. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins, but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him.

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

"You keep me up every night because of your stupid wall banging against mine," I roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you bang back?" He says with a smirk upon his face. "Oh never mind," he breaks into laughter. "You know what screw you," I snap and walk away from him. "In time babe. In time," he says.

Sienna's Mom, Mila, has a best friend, Anne, who she's known her entire life. As Mila and Anne got older and life started getting in their way, they did not see each other as much as they did as when they were teenagers. To reconnect their relationship, they bought neighboring houses in Lake George so that every summer they would see each other and bond. These houses have brought the two families closer than ever for the past few summers. Anne also has a son Sienna's age, which seemed to work out for the two old friends. Or that's what they think anyways.

[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers "I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else." I positioned my hands to the left and right of her head against the fridge, thus not giving her a chance to leave, but I know she didn't even want to, she's too curious. "I hate you too." she whispered back without hesitation and her hot breath hit my face. "I hate you so much it already hurts." **** Ashley Scott works at a special and top secret part of the CIA. Her task is to neutralize the most dangerous people in the world. It is unnecessary to mention how good she is at her job because her success speaks for itself. The people on the CIA's red list are the most wanted criminals. Every intelligence agency in the world is looking for them. And Harry Styles is one of the names on the list. He and his notorious gang 'Falling' are known for disappearing without a trace and suddenly reappearing. However, this always has consequences that lead to innocent people having to pay with their lives. Is it possible to kill a famous gang leader? And what is the worst thing that can happen when two people meet who hate each other's guts? Especially when they have to work together against their will to survive and to unravel a mystery.... **** ⚠️Warning⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGARE LANGUAGE, KINKS, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE AND INTENSE VIOLENCE /// Read at your own risk #2 in harrystylesfanfic #7 in harrystyles #1 in niallhoran #1 in zaynmalik {started: December 25, 2020 ; finished: November 30, 2021}