Ally and Harry, two complete opposites. What happens when you put the most popular girl in school and her tutor together? A short story about what happens when two people from different social standings come together for more than just a late night study session. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

Lennon Holt is a witty, feisty 20 year old who's trying to live a normal life like everyone else. Except, she's the Princess of Orelia, the last heir to the throne. In results of a sudden attack on her life, Lennon was sent off the grid; to live a separate life where no one can find her. Harry Styles is 21 years old and a trained agent. Top of his class, skilled in combat and always the smartest in the room. His past, a hidden secret and a grudge he holds on the Royal Family, leaves him cold hearted. His soul focus are his missions, willing to do anything to come out on top. Even if it means doing it his way. Harry and Lennon's past leaves them with a hatred like no other towards one another. But what happens when they're forced to work together to find who's after the throne? Lennon is in danger, leaving only Harry--the one skilled enough--to keep her safe. Finding who is behind the death threats and attacks towards Lennon seems like child's play when they're faced with the obstacles and mysteries of their forced partnership. But after some time... Is it really all that forced? ____________________________________ STORY CONTAINS: - graphic violence - bad language - death & mention of - sexual content - alcohol and/or drug use **This story does not represent Harry Styles in real life. His name, look and song references are used for entertainment use only. Harry does not act this way, nor do I see him this way. Enjoy!

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

Eroda. No land quite like it. When Harry stumbles into Louis's inn during a storm, looking for a place to stay, Louis is immediately entranced. Harry is quiet and keeps himself to himself, an invisible raincloud constantly hovering above his head. Louis is quite like the the sun, looking to brighten everyone's day. Will the two eventually bond? Or will it be too late? // feb 2021-may 2021 twitter & instagram= twinklingpiscess

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

** CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT** IMPORTANT: This book is a 'prequel' to Stall 1 & 2. PLEASE READ THOSE FIRST. **** "It all began in 2015. I was at my club... it was a regular night. But it's the night my life would change and I had no idea at the time." I slowly open my eyes, looking at the camera. "I guess I should talk about the first night I met Abby..." **** START DATE TBA.

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.