in which Harry chases his dream, but there's a little someone he doesn't know of. // this story is taken down temporarily to be edited. the first 20 chapters of this were written so long ago that i visibly-cringe while rereading. i had no motivation to conitnue writing before i had rewritten and edited the old chapters. i'm sorry for any inconveniance this may cause you. when all this is said; i really hope you enjoy new beginnings. // highest rankings: july 8th 2020: 6th in #harrystyles © All rights reserved This story is a work purely off my imagination. The characters in this story do not represent any of the people portrayed in real life.

it really is LOVE on tour

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | "Even salt looks like sugar Olivia is not all she seems." **** Harry Styles moves to LA to get away from the busy town of NYC and to meet new people. He wanted a stress free life and to just finish University without any problem but when he meets Olivia Rose, he's soon trapped in the whirlwind of her dangerous, crazy life with a thousand secrets and the word 'simple' meaning nothing. Warning: I wrote this when I was 13. I'm doing you a favour when I say don't read it lmao Ranks~ #3 daughter 18/11/18 #11 HarryStyles 1/1/19 #10 Styles 20/1/19

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

"The worst thing about a disability is that people see it before they see you." Started: May 29th, 2017 Finished: June 28th, 2017 Currently Editing

A shy boy who sees beauty in everything he lays eyes on, and a confident girl who doesn't believe in love, finding common ground in the world of art. tw.

"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!

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. 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.