~~~~~~ Morrigan was a quite and shy person who was hurt horrendously. She used to love tranquility that the silence brought her but not anymore, not after James. Harry could be described as ruthless and fiercely tough as the leader of Pink, but his admiration for a women named Morrigan changed his way of thinking. Read to find out ~~~~ check tw's #2 in harrystyles #3 in harrystylesfanfiction #2 in nightterrors #4 in harryedwardstyles #5 in harryedwardstyles #1 in loveharrystyles #4 in protection #2 in harryandniall #1 in harryandniall #15 in harryedwardstyles

"Harry." I glare. "Violet." He smirks. - He had those tempting green eyes patched with a smirk and she wore a glare with the sweetest heart. She was his smartass. His darling sunshine. They were both hiding secrets. They both wanted to disappear. When their paths cross one day, they do everything in their power to stay away from each other but somehow they physically couldn't. They craved each other. They needed each other on a deeper level that could be conceived. - "Come on, I'll drive you." He says while picking up his keys. "You don't have to-" "Beep, beep, trains leaving!" He grabs my hand, pulling me with him as my jaw drops. "That was childish." He smirks, "I'm your damn fucking taxi, baby." Staring back at me with a painted smirk, looking me up and down I shove his hips back. "No flirting, be cool." "I physically can't stop." - Harry tries to keep Violet away from the mafia but when she figures it out, Harry will do everything he can to protect her. A new mission sets the boys up to travel to their casinos while robbing competitors. With an enemy hot on their tail, they have to play their cards right or face the consequences. - Highest Rankings #1 in living #4 in gangs #1 in punk #12 in soft Harry #6 in daddy issues MATURE CONTENT

"it's a good book" I jumped at his voice I had completely forgotten he was here. "Never read it" I say as he reached past me and pulled it out the bookshelf "you should" he smiled. I realised he was back to the chirpy Harry I had seen last night as he sat back down and motioned for me to sit next to him as I do so he opened the book and started reading aloud to me every now and then looking at me to make sure I was still listening.

Evelyn Brown, a twenty-seven year old trying to get her foot in the door to establish her dream as a photographer. Her mind is plagued by the ghosts of her past - consumed with the reminders of her sins. Everyday is a constant battle, until she meets him. "Hey, you."

His hands are soft and his nails are coloured black. His cross tattoo shines in the light and his hairs are standing. I look down at his anchor tattoo and see that he has goosebumps. His delicate hands move around mine again and our fingers entwine until we're completely holding hands. We hold our hands there and stare as if it's the most beautiful thing we've ever seen.

Lorelai O'Connor would describe herself as a average girl, living a mundane life, and working a regular job. She finds the good in everybody and tends to avoid conflict as best she can. When Lorelai O'Connor is suddenly evicted, she's faced with the challenge of finding a new apartment. Thankfully an apartment with 4 other tenants is looking for a new roommate. What will happen when she moves in and discovers her roommates are aspiring musicians. "You'll be able to get further with your dreams if I'm not holding you back." "You're my dream, Lor." ¸.*☆*.¸ follow my twitter and tiktok for news about the updates! @grapejuicebl00s

"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

The Unmistakeable Curls. The gorgeous green eyes. Perfect smile. She looked just like him. I have a kid?

Leaving her hometown in Lexington, South Carolina, Addie Anders and her best friend set out to New York City for their summer internships. She knows that the Big Apple will be quite the experience and that it will definitely be the summer of a lifetime. What she doesn't know, however, is that she'll be met with a pair of green eyes that she will never be able to forget.

"You're playing a dangerous game." The corner of his lip tugs upward in a way that makes me shutter. "If you want unpredictable I'll give it to you..." He seems to tower over me even more and I suck in a shaky breath. "Are you sure you want to do that, darling?" "Do your worst." I state, feigning nerve, and he tilts his head dauntingly as his hands grip my waist tighter. - Miras life has always been defined by her freedom. What is she without any of it? A Harry styles fanfic.