"We were always meant to say goodbye, weren't we?" His quiet voice rasped from next to me as we lay on the road in the middle of the night. The beautifully carved snowflakes ever so lightly sauntered their way onto us as we both just enjoyed the quiet company that we very much needed. "Yeah, we were just so happy that we chose to ignore it." I answer, turning my head to look over at him as a teardrop escapes the corner of my eye. "But at least it was nice while it lasted right?" I say to cheer him up a little. He doesn't answer for a while but I hear him swallow. "Can I make a confession?" He turns to me. "Go ahead." I nod slightly looking into his glossy eyes. "You're always going to mean something to me. No matter how less time we spent, no matter how much we fought, no matter how much time we run out of, you'll always mean something to me. And that's the part that hurts." "Can I confess something as well?" I say, threading my fingers between his. "Mhm." He hums quietly. "Remember how I said I never wanted a future?" I question. "Yeah?" "Well, I lied." I swallow as tears choked my throat. "Because I knew that if I ever had the chance to have a future, I'd want it to be with you." // When two strangers meet by chance, they don't always have a choice in if they want to keep meeting. And that's called Fate. // ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @LOUISGURL1D NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! THE STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES/ VIOLENCE/ HEALTH CONDITIONS/ MENTAL HEALTH/ SEXUAL CONTENT/ DRUGS.

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

Where a naive boy falls in love with a girl who has a habit of leaving

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintings. No one would ever understand how much he loved to paint. And then, one night, a new sort of addiction walked into his life. One that would be more detrimental than any before, and yet none had seemed quite so captivating. highest ranking- #82 in fanfiction trailer by @sweetophelias all rights reserved to @derailedthoughts

[short story: ✔] ❝sometimes i wish you were awake when i do this❞ every night he'd put her to bed and kiss her lips, just wondering how it would feel if she returned them. | lowercase intended | ©2014 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved cover by: vanja p.s. i wrote this a while back and i'm aware that it's a tad creepy #sorry

[COMPLETED] What would you do if your roommate was the person you hate the most? Amy now lives with her enemy. The one who broke her heart and she hated. The one and only, Harry Styles. © londonstars

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

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.

So here we are, me and Harry Styles, kissing in a broom cupboard. He says he likes me. He says he wants to get to know me better. But he thinks we should keep this thing between us secret right now, to spare me the stress of being thrust into the limelight. I think Harry's right - secrecy is a good idea. However, keeping a romance under wraps is a lot easier said than done when the guy you're seeing is one of the most famous pop stars in the world... FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TO EMMA AND HARRY IN RIGHT NOW - THE SEQUEL TO RIGHT PLACE, RIGHT TIME.