Harry Styles is the owner of a very popular strip club called LURE and he happens to need a new stripper. When he spots a perfect brown-haired boy in the mall and over hears him saying he needs to make lots of money and he needs to make it quick, he doesn't hesitate in offering him a job. Will the boy turn it down, or will his need for money coax him into taking it? [this is a Slow Burn story so if that's not your thing, don't read, this is your warning so please no NEW comments complaining about it, thanks :)]

"His soft black hair spilled out around his face, framing his face perfectly. His jaw flexed and I could see his jawline was sharp as he sucked in more smoke- his cheeks going hollow as he did. When he breathed the smoke out I felt my mouth go dry once again, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the air as it came out his mouth."

Tyler is a depressed senior boy with insomnia. He spends his nights alone, letting thoughts fill his brain. That is until one night, at 2:45 AM, he gets a text from an unknown number. He doesn't respond at first, but eventually, decides to respond. As time progresses, he grows fond of the person on the other end of the phone. Blaine is a senior jock, who is abused my his dad. He doesn't have many real friends because his dad doesn't allow it. That is until one night, at 2:45, he texts a random number, wanting someone to be there for him. Overtime, their friendship grows, and he finds himself texting this number every day. Will their friendship turn into something more? Will drama get in the way? ⚠️WARNINGS: boyxboy relationship (no smut though); this book will be slightly fast paced, don't hate on the book for it. Its just how i chose to write it. There will be swearing ⚠️

Noah Franco and Jade Gallagher are best friends. Noah has always had weird feelings for her brother, Blake which he just assumed was hate. But what happens when he sees Blake after summer break and realises that those feelings are not hate.... "For fuck sake I'm gay" (I'm not very good with writing description but trust me this is good) YES ITS COMPLETED IK ITS A SHORT BOOK YOU DONT HAVE TO TELL ME

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

••complete 2014•• harry is a singer and louis is a sassy barista

In an unexpected game of Truth or Dare between two unlikely players: soccer jock, Spizzo, and school outcast, Skidmark, must navigate through their rocky past and let themselves go in a way that neither was planning for. Secrets, betrayal, heartache, regrets, inhibitions, Spizzo and Skidmark aren't holding anything back.

a story about two boys who end up in detention, and it somehow brings them closer. lowercase intended

Larry Stylinson Story (Completed) This is a story where a ballerina meets a fucked up quarterback. Rated R: language, drugs, violence, and sexual content Enjoy ;) (credit to the manip: larryspineapples)

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, grabbing Kai's arm and preventing him from running away again. "N-nothing." Kai whispered looking down at his shoes. Nicolas lifted Kai's chin and looked into his black eyes with a soft look. "I know something is wrong. Tell me." He coaxed moving his hand from Kai's chin to cup his cheek instead. "I don't like it when you laugh and smile with Rex" Kai mumbled. "I want you to only smile at me." _____________________________________________ Kai and Nicolas were best friends. They've always been best friends. Everyone around them craved to have a friendship as beautiful as theirs. Nothing could change it. Until something could. Something as simple as feelings.