A special epilogue series exploring the life of Hamelia and their four teenage kids; Briar, Atticus, Greyson and Mariah. This is not an origin story! (None of these chapters are in chronological order, nor tell a story. It is just simple fun individual chapters) If this is all confusing you, read the Malignant trilogy first to know know who Hamelia is. Trilogy order is below! HARRY AND AMELIA ORIGIN STORY; BOOK 1- Malignant BOOK 2- Hideaway BOOK 3- Devotion

{SEQUEL TO MALIGNANT AND HIDEAWAY} MATURE READ! (18+) "Lay one finger on my daughter and I'll have you destroyed before the hours up." Harry and Amelia were ready to start the rest of their lives together, but what happens when the demons of his past hold them back? (BOOK 3/3) COMPLETED #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

Who would of thought bitter and sweet would mix together to create the perfect poison? // "She saw me." I repeat the annoying sentence to myself, cursing at the stupid fucking irony of it. Of course she had to. Why wouldn't she be there? She's fucking everywhere. If she's not at the beach, she's in her hotel room. If she's not taking stupid pictures, she's probably admiring her old ones. If she's not drumming, she's probably sleeping and if she's not sleeping, she always ends up in my fucking dream. Fuck! I allow my thoughts to break loosely at the back of my fragmented mind, the twisting of the cigarette perched between my numb fingers as I exhale the smoke I've been holding in my mouth for far too long now. She's becoming an addictive inconvenience. I need to find a way to break her. // Dylan Bryes, consisting of two wooden sticks and the drive of a drummer, aspiring to be seen via the rattle of the sound she creates, opening up a new journey for herself. All hell breaks loose however when she finally succeeds in a fraction of her dream...not all going as planned for the now supposed member of a former famous rock band, Hypnotic. Harry Styles, consisting of cheap cigarettes and zero fucks to give, hiding in the shadows he once created whilst twisting his fingers on the harsh strings of an electric guitar, trying to slip his way through the unfixable sins he's guilty of effectuating. What could possibly go wrong? I guess you'll have to find out.

"Say one word and I will leave you alone from now on," he murmured, "I won't object." He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch unexpectedly soft on her skin. "But if you're interested, if you want to know more, say so." He let his finger travel down her cheek to her jaw, grazing her throat and leaving a burning trail on her body, and Cora parted her lips to breathe out a reply. "Please?" "Please what?" Harry asked, whispering into her ear, way closer to her than he'd ever been before. "Do you want me to take you to the deep end?" • • • When Cora meets Harry, the enigmatic owner of the Fair, she's thrown into a world of magic and mystery. Between royal intrigues, blooming wars and a whirlwind romance, she must find out who she truly is and where her loyalties lie - but she must be fast, because it won't be long before she'll be put to the test. Now she must ask herself, what is she willing to give up in order to follow the path before her? And is Harry truly the perfect man she's always believed him to be, or is there more to him than meets the eye? 29/11/21 #39 in harry 14/12/21 #118 in fiction

"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

in which he helps her trying to find herself again © Iighter

"I can make you feel so good, Delilah." He whispers in my ear and his teeth nibbling on my earlobe sends a shiver through me. I get tingles all over my skin. "That's the problem, I can't trust this Harry, cause if it seems too good to be true, it usually is." I throw my head back, giving him more access to my neck. "Fuck, If you could just get out of that pretty head of yours ." He shifts his hips and gets a better grip on my lower thighs, lifting me up higher against the wall. I can feel him against my core. He places a kiss on my neck and sucks harshly, I know that will leave another mark. I flinch when the moment is abruptly stopped by the door swinging open. "What the fuck ?" // Only months after losing the most important person in her life, Delilah Allen is forced by her emotionally detached mother to move across states to Miami to live with her estranged father. Her biggest surprise since moving away from her modest living in Brooklyn, wasn't the hotels and clubs though, rather a tall, dark tempter who runs on secrets and intoxication. Between the parties, drugs, friends, lies, and luxurious living Delilah can't help but find herself tangled in a web of love and lust. Behind her quickly over-stimulated heart though, there was always a hint of trepidation, almost as if to warn her that this wasn't meant to end well. CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE / SUBSTANCE ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / MENTAL HEALTH / VIOLENCE READ AT OWN RISK ;)

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!