"All I remember is being a plain, acne faced sixteen year old girl. What do you mean I'm married and above all to some 'band member'?!" (Currently major editing ) Amazing cover by @-lukeass

A nervous boy intimidated by pretty outspoken girls meets just that. A hard headed girl, who enjoys nothing more than drawing alone in the woods, and isn't afraid to speak her mind. Who knew meeting each other in the woods, in the middle of the night would lead to something like this?

The people you meet at a tattoo parlor always hold a story. This is Regan and Harry's. Regan thinks she has it all figured out. She just started University in her favourite city, moving there together with her best friend. But when she decides to fulfill one of her biggest dreams - a tattoo - and meets Harry Styles, a man who istantly fascinates Regan, she soon finds her life being turned upside causing her to question everything. Story includes vulgar language, smut and minor drug abuse. DISCLAIMER The Story and all characters are fictive and based entirely on the authors Imagination. Besides their physical appearance they have nothing in common with the celebreties who display them. The Story was written by me and it was all my idea, so please do not copy my story or claim it to be yours. Any similarities to other fanfiction is completely coincidental. If you'd like to translate this Story, please message me about it first.

It's been 14 years since I last spoke a single word. 14 years of silence. The doctors told me I would never speak again. But even if I could speak Harry Styles would have rendered me speechless.

❝My name is Kendi, I am six years old and I like the colour yellow. In my village, I see people die and people's hearts get broken. But in the summer of 2014, I saw two people fall in love. In Africa.❞ in which two people come to understand that africa is not just a place for charity. © purelyhxrry book 3 ; paradox series. c o m p l e t e d

There's three things you should know about Harry: 1. When we were in ninth grade his biggest aspiration in life was to start a punk ukulele band. 2. Once I made him a bracelet with plastic beads that didn't have a pattern in the slightest, and he wore it for years until the pink string holding it together couldn't take any more wear and tear. 3. He's been my neighbor for more than half my life, and that hasn't changed now that we're in college. There's three things you should know about me: 1. I'm banned from the putt putt golf course in my hometown... but that's actually Harry's fault. 2. I'm not a fan of math, but I'm good at it, which has turned into a constant battle in my head. 3. I'm not about to fall in love with my best friend. I'm not.

"There is a little bit of devil in her angel eyes." [Book 1] // © 2014 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. || Editor: @lola7909 || Highest Rank #1 in fanfiction

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

❝He was filled with both the best and worst things; bad and good, but that's what tempted me. To think that he could both fix my soul and, also, that his needed fixing.❞ in which she must make a choice for herself; whether to live or to exist. ☁ {set in 1850.} ☁ © purelyhxrry c o m p l e t e d .