Sydney thought escaping to the Italian coast would be the perfect way to mend her broken heart and finally finish her book. Peace, quiet, pasta... perfecto. What she didn't expect was her ridiculously attractive, incredibly grumpy, and oddly familiar neighbor to be a walking, talking (and singing) distraction. Turns out, "Mr. Normal" is actually Harry Styles, hiding out from the world. Oops! Between accidental beach dates, hilarious language mishaps, and the undeniable magic of the Amalfi Coast, Sydney and Harry find themselves falling for each other, fast. But can a heartbroken music therapist and a disillusioned pop star really make it work? Or will the glare of the spotlight - and their own past baggage - prove too much for their budding romance? Get ready for sunshine, serenades, and a whole lot of amore in Salerno Satellite! Publishes Wednesdays and Saturdays.

❝𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙢𝙧. 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧?❞ ❝𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧❞ 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. Harry Potter - the saviour, the Chosen One, the father who never quite measured up. To the public, he was untouchable, a hero beyond fault. But to his children? Every misstep, every shortcoming, was laid bare. He thought he could manage. Thought he could handle life after divorce with some semblance of grace. I; Harry j. Potter x she!oc All rights surrounding the characters and franchise unfortunately belong to JK R*WLING, but characters that are unheard of from the original series, as well as the plot, are MINE.

Mallory Monroe is a surgical intern at Grand Meadow Hospital. Harry Styles is a prestigious pediatric surgeon who will do anything to save his patients lives. But what will happen when their paths cross before they even make it through those hospital doors?

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 Nurse Hayes vows to never date a doctor, presuming them all to be egotistical jerks. But will she change her mind when she starts a new job and meets the handsome Dr. Styles, or will his advances only strengthen her resolve? Not my story! ©mybluesky faceclaim; emily ratajkowski

When Harry hijacks her car in the middle of the night, Harley is forced to become a getaway driver for one of New Orleans' most fearsome criminals. Try as they might, Harry and Harley cannot resist the temptation of each other as they continue to work as partners in crime. She knows it will only end in disaster, but the more she tries to fight it, the further she is pulled into his dark world. - Harley never meant to get mixed up in a life of crime. She spent most of her childhood on race tracks, watching and learning everything her father had to offer her as a pro racer. Until he died. Reeling from loss, she now struggles to make ends meet on her own and must seek out new ways to make money. In a drug deal gone wrong, she finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands that she helps him evade the cops, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives. - COMPLETED HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles Rated Mature for graphic depictions of sex, strong language, drug use, self harm, mental illness, death, and violence. Refer to "BEFORE YOU READ" for detailed warnings.

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River. A girl utterly oblivious to his way of the world with a curious heart determined to understand the extent of his nefarious ways. River comes to realize that Harry is hiding something much deeper than ever expected, only once those secrets are ultimately revealed, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your 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!

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!

NOT EDITED, AT ALL. lots of grammatical errors and plot holes, read with caution. ❛ you're hardly the boy id fall for. ❜ kim © 2016 [ james potter (slowburn) | marauders era/slight after war ]