Vera Aguilar finds herself without a place to live when her roommate gives her room to someone else. In search of a new apartment, Vera finds what she assumes will be the perfect solution. When Vera goes to meet the landlord for the keys, she knocks on the door and is met with a surprise, one that will change her life.

✔️ COMPLETE Naomi McKay is running away. After a catastrophic end to her three-year relationship, she needs to escape Hampshire to focus on what she really wants in life. St Ives, Cornwall seems like the perfect place for her, far away from everyone and everything she knows. However, her harmonious getaway is cut short when she runs into the lightkeeper who is in dire need of help, and for some reason, she finds herself wanting to come to this stranger's rescue. Next second, Naomi is thrust into a fake relationship, multiple Cornish summer parties, family gatherings, self-discovery, a lighthouse, and a summer she'll never forget. Fake Dating AU Affectionately dubbed lightkeeper!harry🌊 © 2020

"I don't think about getting through all the bad things as accomplishments, if I'm being honest." "What do you mean?" "The bad things are a side effect." He looked at me confused. "A side effect? Of what?" "Being human."

"Love is overrated," She said. "It always leaves you feeling empty in the end." "But don't you think it's worth it?" "No," She replied. "Not if it destorys who you are." _______________________________ This story will be a slow updating story so bare that in mind while you read. Though I do hope you read it:)

COMPLETE "You have a golden heart you know that?" He said just above a whisper. "I am so lucky to be able to see how truly beautiful it is" *** Eleanor has experienced so much in one lifetime. Harry wants to show her how truly beautiful she is from the inside out. // This story contains mature themes as well as topics that can be triggering to some readers//

☆ Taking place in a dystopian future, Harry lives a secluded life with an affliction that he loathes and keeps him from sleeping at night. In order to survive the treacherous world he's forced into, his only choice is to suffer silently inside of his own mind... until he finally meets the one person he's dreamed of for his entire life and then everything changes completely. ☆ "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde ☆ Most impressive rankings // #1 in Science Fiction, #5 in Science Fantasy, #20 in Future, #24 in Dystopian and #145 in Harry Styles! ☆ Please read with discretion.

"Please Harry! I promise I won't do anything ever again, just please don't hurt me," I beg as I look into his now dark eyes. I see him pull out a scarf, as involuntary tears start to stream down my cheeks. "Don't worry babe. I'm not going to kill you," he says as he brings up his big hand to my face and uses his thumb to wipe away a tear. "I am only going to make you wish that you were dead," he whispers devilishly into my ear. || Annabel Fleming is finally getting a week off from her stressful college life. When she runs into Harry, a strange mysterious guy with dark hair, green eyes, and odd clothes. She somehow ends up waking up on a colorless island and not knowing how to escape.|| *This story contains dark and mature content. You will get no other warning.*

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.