"What are we doing, Honey?" She keeps her face close to mine without an immediate response to my question, looking uncertain and flicking her gaze down to my mouth due to its close proximity to her own. When her blue eyes meet mine once more after becoming momentarily distracted, her rapid breaths puffing against my upper lip and cheeks flaming in nerves, I send her a hopeful smile and await the answer I know will leave her parted lips. "I don't know," she shakily exhales, "But I don't want to stop." - Carter Honey and Harry Styles have always been the best of friends. After over a decade of being practically attached at the hip, will going away to college together and facing new experiences change things between them? After all, love finds you when you least expect it, right?

Our dance together was a thing of beauty. Until you left. Our love was fleeting, like a shooting star, like a firefly's spark. I gave you everything, but you decided that wasn't enough for you.

Harry turned around to leave the circle, blood dripping down his body with each step, but before he walked out of my sight he looked me strait in the eyes over his shoulder. It was like it happened in slow motion. Our eyes stayed locked on each other's with unreadable expressions until he was out of my sight and walked out of the circle. I am never going near that man again. *Contains mature content read at your own risk*

ser·en·dip·i·ty ˌserənˈdipədē/ noun the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

Mature/18+ Trigger Warnings included All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.

The creation of Made in The A.M. by One Direction wasn't just a goodbye to each other, rather a goodbye to their fans, and one fan in particular - Nancy Harwood. At only fifteen years old when they met, Nancy and Harry became inseparable at a camp for talented youths in the summer of '09. He stole her kiwi flavored sweets and sang her songs, while she wrote short stories for his eyes only with dreams of one day becoming a New York best selling author. But life moves on after summer, and so did Harry. Until they meet again - five years later after no communication and no explanation. ----- EXCERPT: "Harry." He turns back to face me, hovering in the doorway and I see a spark of hope in his eyes which I know I'm about to crush with my next words. "Can I have my necklace back?" "I already said no Nancy." His voice is almost whiny, like an upset child. I can't look at him when I reply. "No, Harry. That's not the necklace I'm talking about. I want my necklace back." I reword my sentence, knowing that's all he needs to understand what I'm referring to. His body falls against the side of the doorframe, disbelief washing over his face. He searches my face, checking if I'm being serious. Which I am being deadly serious. If I can't have his necklace, he can't have mine. His gaze falls from mine and down to his chest where he looks at the cross necklace that's hanging there. ----- Warning - contains mature themes

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

Harry Styles is everyone's favorite and the talk of the industry, he's about to release his second solo album and is already booming with success. But something's missing, he doesn't know what but he knows it's not there, and he can't keep up the act much longer. Clara Michaels is the best dancer on the West coast, the problem is no one knows yet, not even her. She's opened up her own dance studio, in hopes of achievement, she thrives off of it. She thrives off of the claps, cheers and the success, she just hasn't had it in a while.

And then I felt her lips on mine. It was soft and it was sweet and it was slow. I couldn't move. If I moved it would stop. But we were drunk. And she had a boyfriend. It didn't last longer than 5 seconds but it could've been hours as far as I was concerned. The heat between us was palpable. "Goodnight Harry." She whispered into my lips, I could taste those words for days. **** Set in 1997, Elodie Millers life is uprooted when she moves all the way across the country. Now she's stuck in Santa Monica struggling to make new friends when an unruly green eyed asshole walks into her life. But does she give in to him or stick with what she knows is best?