He was my property, my escape from reality, but all I know is that he never loved me. (hescanfly 2013)

Harry Styles becomes your Nanny once your parents leave for a long business trip. You resent your parents for getting a Nanny, since your 16 years old. What will happen?

Professor Styles, Doctor Styles, Mr. Styles, PhD Styles, CEO Styles, Harry as any authority figure in essence. Prompts welcome. THESE STORIES INVOLVE SPANKING.

"I wanted to think it was all over. I thought it was... but it wasn't. I thought he was dead... but I was wrong. He'd never be dead. Not as long as I was still breathing." * A year ago, Brielle ended the threat that had been looming over her for her entire life. With Liam dead and Claire and Harry's engagement afloat, Brielle prepares for a normal life and the relief of no more worries. But what if his work was not over? What if, somehow, he worked from his grave to finish what he'd started? Brielle wasn't prepared for the end of it all. Are you?

"So," he looks at me nonchalantly. "So what?" I shift onto my other foot. "Are you getting in the chair or not?" He looks down at the worn leather chair. My eyes go wide and I scoff, "W-what?" "You wanna talk, right? Well I only talk to paying customers so," He grabs the tattoo gun and turns it on. It's buzz fills the room as panic begins to fill me, "What's it gonna be today?" He smirks, his eyes raking up and down my body.

*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

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

"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

She doesn't know who they are, she doesn't know who he is. All she knows is, fate wants them to meet for the second time.

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!