"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

"And what is that?" He says placing his hand next to my head and leaning against the wall, his face being so close to mine again, that I can't help myself but stare at all his detailed features. The small scar over his emerald green eyes, the mole at the side of his nose, and the one on the right side of his upper chin. I had one in the exact same spot. His flawless skin, blushy lips, and the way he was staring at me right now. "You want the keys?" I ask, staring back at his eyes right in front of me. "Beg," I say softly. *** TW: this story contains mature and explicit 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."

currently editing *THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* ** She always thought she was hard to love. Till he made it seem so easy. ** Isabella Brown, an 18 year old model. On the outside, you can see the life of a normal girl, but on the inside? She doesn't even know what happens inside of that mind of hers. Bella meets Harry, Harry Styles, her friend's best friend. She wants to meet him, but her mind plays against her. And her body, too. ** Heal. In this story Harry Styles is not the same as in real life, as is the life of One Direction. (Where they live, what they do, etc.)

A detective develops a partnership with a quick-witted, transient computer scientist leaving clues as she tries to escape his grasp. As if by fortuity, a partnership begins, entangling them in a problematic web of distrust, jealousy, deceit, and sex. Previously titled "Energy." * Contains mature content.

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

"What we had was a flame." [this story contains mature themes, read at your own risk]

"You're making a deal with the devil, darling. I mean that quite literally." He slowly takes a step closer to me, but I keep my eyes on the ground. The sound of the gravel being kicked up by his boots makes breathing harder. I swallow the lump in my throat and let out a shaky breath. "I know. But his life means more to me than my own." [ COMPLETED ]

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

"I never thought I believed in soulmates, but how could I not when I have proof right in front of me?" - - - Norah is a college student just trying to get by. Harry is one of the biggest pop stars on Earth and his fame is only rising. A course of events leads to a relationship that's only asking for disaster. - - **TW: Story contains mature content like minor scenes of sexual content, minor scenes of violence, and themes involving anxiety and depression **As I said, there is only a minor amount of smut, but this story will take you through a rollercoaster of emotions!