What really goes on behind the scenes of the biggest boyband in the world? It's all about to be revealed... **Book 1 of 4 in the No Control series (COMPLETE) **Runner Up in BEST SERIES in The Fanfiction Awards two years in a row! 2016 and 2017** NOW A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY!** **This book follows real life events between March and June 2015** Jessica Bradshaw is a huge One Direction fan, and has been in love with Harry Styles since she saw the boys live on the Take Me Home tour in 2013. When a random house party in March 2015 (during a break from the first leg of OTRA tour) forces their paths to cross, Jess is thrown head first into the celebrity world. Struggling to cope with her new found fame as Harry Styles' rumoured love interest, she is forced to abandon all common sense and put her trust in the boy she barely knows. I do not allow translations. Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction 10/11/2019, previously #2 in Fanfiction 13/11/2016 (Sequel COMPLETE, highest rank #1 in Fanfiction) 11/12/2016

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

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.

Bo and Harry by H28 {Latest Chapter: 60 - THE END}

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

[18+] A co-written novel. "You will shelter me, my love, and I will shelter you." Harry keeps to himself. He has his job, his apartment, his therapy appointments and all the entertainment he needs third wheeling his best friend Niall and his girlfriend, Carson. When the duo invite Harry on a weekend camping trip, he meets Dallas, Carson's best friend and roommate. Come to find out, there's only one tent for the two of them. They fall into each other's orbit, leaving behind all they know for the chance to have something they've never had before. Harry and Dallas soon learn that they don't need the walls of a tent for shelter, they only need each other. TRIGGER WARNINGS AND DISCLOSURE: This novel is maturely rated and will contain extreme sexual content, strong language, and other mature themes such as abuse and abandonment. MATURE 18+

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

Elena Carter was the most beautiful and popular girl you'd ever lay your eyes on. She has the perfect face, perfect personality, and perfect grades. She's the most popular girl in her high school in Holmes Chapel, and everyone adores her. Harry Styles is the school's bad ass. You would see him with his four best friends, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan all the time. It's safe to say that Harry's the leader of the group, and it's also safe to say that those four boys are the more feared people in Holmes Chapel. They get drunk, get into fights, and just have that bad guy aura around them. Harry and Elena are polar opposites. So what happens when detention brings them together? And Elena's parents try to tear them apart?

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

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...