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 said, no you sang, you sang that everything was gonna be alright. You said that we'll be alright, Harry. But did you mean that?" Where Belle Olivia Granger encounters five young boys who happen to be in the biggest boyband on the planet, and she can't help but fall for the one with the striking green eyes. *this story contains mature and explicit content* Completed January 1, 2021. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 IN FAN #2 IN ONE DIRECTION #6 IN LIAM PAYNE #11 IN HARRY STYLES

Lily and Harry have a past like no others; they were in love, they were so in love. She was an actress, he was a singer. They met in 2014 at an awards show and that's where their romance began. Now, they must work together professionally despite their past and their feelings, but how will they handle it when they are both still desperately in love with one another?

A one night stand with Harry Styles: What's the worst that can happen?

TERMINADA | EN EDICIÓN HASTA NUEVO AVISO Nunca habían hablado, a pesar de haber vivido más de diez años en la misma calle y yendo a las mismas escuelas, ¿era eso si quiera posible? Lost & Found » I 🌙 •Historia totalmente de mi autoría •NO se permiten adaptaciones •No me copies, se original. 🌙 Fecha de publicación: 16/05/19 Fecha de conclusión: 10/09/19

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

Emmaline Neal necesita una cita. Solo una. Alguien que la acompañe a la boda de su ex novio en Malibú. Pero hay poco donde elegir en una localidad como Manningsport, de setecientos quince habitantes. De hecho, opción solo hay una: el rompecorazones del pueblo, Harry Styles. Todo el mundo le conoce, y él no se hará ninguna idea equivocada... Después de todo, Harry nunca se interesaría en una mujer como Em. Y menos cuando su guapísima ex mujer anda por ahí, tratando de repescarlo desde que él se convirtió en un héroe al salvar a un grupo de adolescentes. Sin embargo, durante la celebración de la boda las cosas dan un giro inesperado -y apasionado-. Aunque, bueno, solo habrá sido una noche loca... Harry es demasiado guapo, demasiado popular, como para acabar con ella. Pero, entonces, ¿por qué es con ella con quien se atreve a hablar de sus sentimientos más profundos y secretos? Si va a ser el hombre de sus sueños, tendrá que empezar por creerle...

ON HOLD // "What do you want to drink, angel?" He whispered in my ear as goosebumps rose all over my skin. I roll my eyes at him secretly adoring the nickname he's chosen for me. "Haven't I told you, Harry, that's not my name?" He gives me a genuine laugh flashing his perfect smile handing me a cup filled with a clear liquid. "Angel is more fitting than your full name, it's all I see when I look at you." // *NOT A SLOW BURN*