[ONGOING] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* This is the sequel to Irresistible! This can NOT be read as a stand alone. "Things are different now and you know it" he spits. I let out a dry laugh as I begin to shake my head side to side. "Are you kidding me? Of course things are different now. With the shit that you pulled I would be surprised if it didn't feel different" Harry rolls his lips into his mouth, wetting them as he shakes his head at me. "It's not just the awkwardness or unfamiliarity. The look in your eyes isn't the same. The light and the love has vanished" he states, making my heart instantly drop into the deep pits of my stomach. "Your love for me is gone. Isn't it? he breathes, a small glimmer of pain and hurt laced behind his words. I feel my whole body tense up as I scrunch my eyes closed briefly. "Don't do that Harry. It hurts" I admit, feeling my chest tighten, sending a sharp pain ricocheting though my chest. "Why? Because I'm right or because I'm wrong?"

"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!

It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

❝Marry me.❞ ❝What?❞

Seventeen year old Stella Parker is used to not fitting in. Unable to move on from the betrayal of her ex, Niall Horan, pressured at home by her overbearing parents and tormented mercilessly by the most popular girl in school, Eleanor Calder, Stella has begun to feel as if no matter how hard she tries, she'll never be good enough for anyone. But then she meets Louis Tomlinson, the bad boy player from Britain. Dangerous, rebellious, and haunted by the tragedies of his past, Louis lives every second of his life recklessly, yet is afraid to fall in love. However after Louis makes Stella promise that she won't fall in love with him, he gets the surprise of his life when he begins to fall for her! Will they be able to realize they were meant to be together in a world that's constantly trying to tear them apart? Throw in a jealous Queen Bee, determined to get back together Niall, and a secret that may unravel the very fabric of their lives and it doesn't seem so. Can two people who are Truly, Madly, Deeply in love come together to beat the odds? Or are these two broken souls just not meant to find their missing pieces in each other?

Niall Horan has taken a keen interest on Twitter and Instagram during his time off. During one of his live sessions, a certain girl catches his eye, thus beginning a great online friendship, that could soon turn into something more. Highest rank: #1 niallhoran #1 liampayne #1 louistomlinson #1 harrystyles #1 onedirection

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.

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.*

Forced to move, Ember Evergreen has to say goodbye to her best friend. She never thought she would see him again and it broke her heart. 10 years later, winning a raffle in New York she finds herself in a peculiar situation. She had won concert tickets, quickly recognizing the name on them. Harry Styles. She'll be able to see him again, but there's no way he remembers her... right? "The air in my lungs seemed to be stolen as I saw Harry, he seemed so different yet the same. Of course I had always been caught up with him, and knew what he looked like throughout the years. But seeing him in person was so... surreal. Never in my life had I thought I would ever see him again. He had a huge grin plastered on his face, his dimples cutting into his cheeks. His bunny teeth seemed cute as ever, his tall build and bright energy taking over the stage without him even trying. Music started immediately and the ground shook along with the bass. What really surprised me was his voice, sure the audience was loud, but his voice silenced them into awe. "Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see. That I'm still the only one that's been in love with me. I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth." He started, his voice low yet powerful, a rasp that sounded so perfect. When we were younger we sang together a lot, I always thought he was good. I knew he had potential, I knew he was going somewhere in life. I'm so proud of him. Proud of who he's becoming. Of who he is. Of how happy he seems. I can only imagine how hard he worked for this. I look around the stadium, looking at the thousands of people in the crowd. Each with their own story, different traumas, different memories, different backgrounds. They all came here for him. To support him. Because they love him. Because they're proud of him."