Getting accepted into an amazing photography program is Anna's dream, the fact that the program is in London is even better. But life is never that simple. Dealing with family issues and starting over in a new country Anna meets smug yet intoxicating Harry with his own set of issues. With new friendships and a new life Anna does her best to stay clear of the drama that suddenly seems to follow her. Including the tall British guy covered in tattoos with piercing green eyes and the worlds most intoxicating smirk. Who she just can't seem to get rid of. (BOOK ONE - LOST SERIES) "You like old shit huh?" A deep voice startles me, making me flinch slightly at the closeness of it. The voice came from behind me and I recognize it immediately. My body is suddenly frozen in place as I try to figure out if it's acceptable for me to ignore him till he goes away. I can smell his cologne and feel him standing far too close behind me looking over my shoulder at the cameras in the case in front of me. I swear this guy doesn't understand personal space. "Actually, I just like cameras," I correct him with a sassy tone staring up at him. He doesn't break our steady eye contact but what surprises me is neither do I. It's like I can't look away. (Harry Styles AU Story) *Contains some Mature Language and Sexual Content ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 #1 harrystyles #1 Styles #1 onedirection #1 Stylesfanfic #1 Harrystylesau #1 Fallinginlove #3 Harrystylesfanfiction All work is completely fictional and my own, please do not copy or plagiarize! Thank you! (Completed 05/17/20)

[COMPLETED] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* "This just can't happen" I tell him, as I start to walk past him. I come to a halt when his hand catches my arm. He presses his chest against my back and leans his face down to rest his lips near my ear "Why can't it? Leah I know I'm not the only one who feels this" he murmurs lowly. The closeness and his breath against my skin making me suck in a sharp breath. I turn around and face him "I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about" he says softly looking down at his feet for a moment then back up to my eyes. I grab his face and kiss him. I couldn't take it any longer, but shock him when I pull away. "I can't take that risk" I confess, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my chest as I walk away from the person I wanted most.

He was enticing in every way. The way his body moved swiftly around the ring as I watched him from behind the bar. He was the best. And the best never loses. When Blake Anderson gets a job as a bartender at the local fight club, Chargers, she meets Harry, a main fighter there. She knows his reputation, but does a reputation always live up to who they really are? "Thank you for being my blue sky in such a rainy life." Because after all, every storm runs out of rain. WARNING INCLUDES MATURE CONTENT SUCH AS EXPLICIT SCENES, DRUGS, AND VIOLENCE!! NO TRANSLATIONS!!! BEST RANKS #1 IN HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 IN BOXERHARRY #1 IN EXPLICITSCENES #1 IN HSFANFICTION #1 IN GREENEYES #1 IN STYLES Start Date. May 28, 2021

Elena Carter was the most beautiful and popular girl you'd ever lay your eyes on. She has the perfect face, perfect personality, and perfect grades. She's the most popular girl in her high school in Holmes Chapel, and everyone adores her. Harry Styles is the school's bad ass. You would see him with his four best friends, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan all the time. It's safe to say that Harry's the leader of the group, and it's also safe to say that those four boys are the more feared people in Holmes Chapel. They get drunk, get into fights, and just have that bad guy aura around them. Harry and Elena are polar opposites. So what happens when detention brings them together? And Elena's parents try to tear them apart?

Elena and Harry. High school sweethearts. Elena Carter. A photographer in Los Angeles that had everyone wanting her to take their picture. Harry Styles. Girls worship the very ground he walks on. People recognize Elena as the famous Harry Styles' ex girlfriend, but to her pleasure, the fans don't bother her too much. Although, she does have over ten thousand followers on Twitter. More than she should in her opinion. A year without contact, and Elena and Harry finally reunited. But he's famous and she's partially famous for her photography skills. But when they meet again, will old sparks once again form? Or will one be hot while the other's just cold?

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

Iris Campbell moves into a small town in hopes of leaving her past behind and creating a new future for herself. Harry Styles lives only to protect his father's motorcycle club and the menacing secrets that lie within it. Iris gets entangled in Harry's dangerous world of violence and mayham when he walks into her tattoo shop after closing one night. Both of their deception filled worlds will destroy one another, now it's just a competition on who will go down first.

*this story contains mature and explicit content.* [on going] rules, secrets, and lies all get uncovered eventually. and then what remains is the broken pieces of something that once was everything, but now is nothing. // "And what am I?" Then he smirks, and it's nothing but bitter. I know his next words are gonna be everything he's been wanting to say from the moment he met me. "Nothing," his are eyes on mine. "you're nothing." he means it. I smile because he least expects it. I lean forward like he did, matching his movements. I take a good look at him, his scars, his bruises. And I know the only difference between his and mine is that mine are invisible. "And what are you, any better?" His smirk remains, his eyes cold, his words uncaring. "I'm glad you're finally starting to catch on." he reminds me we're the same. // ** Set in the 90's.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

" You really aren't in any position to be making demands, hot shot" I say pushing the blade harder against his neck. He chuckles deeply before leaning into the blade " and you, little devil, should know by now I'm not scared of you." A shiver runs down my spine. I'm fucked. I lower the knife slowly as my eyes flick down to his lips. Don't do this, Sage. Either walk away or kill him, those are your options. His hand slowly cups my face as he grabs my chin. He tilts it up forcing me to look at his eyes. With that one look everything stops. I am so beyond fucked it's not even funny. How the fuck did I get here. "Now correct me if I'm wrong, little devil, but I believe my eyes are up here," That stupid smirk crosses his lips as he continues " if you keep staring I might get the impression you want something from me." He lowers his mouth to my ear " Say the word and I'm yours Sage."