✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

"Think you're tough huh?" I can see his reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye and I notice his tongue run over his bottom lip before he continues, making a chill run down my spine. "Telling off the Big Bad Wolf like that... I think you rather enjoyed it" he then decides to completely invade my personal space on purpose even more and brings his index finger to my chin to tilt it up slightly. "You know, I like bold women... and that was quite bold". I manage to lock my jaw, just before it's about to drop. He's actually making a move on me right now. But I know exactly what game he's trying to play. He assumes I'll fall for it like the rest, and when I'm about to lean forward and give into him, he'll pull back and I'll look like a damn fool. Tough luck Styles, you gotta be more creative than that. I decide to flip it and play him instead though, leaning in as close as I can without actually touching his face with mine. My stomach flutters slightly because I can already see the smirk forming on his face when he thinks he's got me and I know he hasn't. But instead of doing what he's counting on being my next move, I whisper, "well that's just too bad... Assholes aren't my type". ••• Contains vulgar language/sexual content/ drug use/descriptive violence READ AT OWN RISK!

"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

"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!

Vindictive; Likely to Seek Revenge When I'm opening the door, my body slams into another. Frankly, I cannot do this right now so let's hope whoever this is has an explanation. I look up and I'm met with the most stunning green eyes I have ever seen. Attached to the most beautiful man i've ever seen. "Move" What the fuck "I'm sorry you're telling me to move? You're in my way." "Last time I checked darling, you ran into me," he then proceeded to smirk. He had an english accent, which I loved. I wish I could say I wasn't attracted to him right now but I am. And there is nothing I hate more than that. "Just get the fuck out of my way," the anger began to fume in my blood. I have no idea who this man is, but if things escalate he will wish he was never born. Yes he's attractive, but my blood is boiling. "Woah, I wouldn't speak like that to me if I were you." "Levati dai coglioni." "Gladly." //WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!// STARTED: April 25, 2021 *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 in Harry #1 in hs #3 in Harry Styles #1 in Party #1 in Aesthetic #1 in Bourbon #1 in Coffee #1 in Adrenaline

"You keep me up every night because of your stupid wall banging against mine," I roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you bang back?" He says with a smirk upon his face. "Oh never mind," he breaks into laughter. "You know what screw you," I snap and walk away from him. "In time babe. In time," he says.

Lennon Holt is a witty, feisty 20 year old who's trying to live a normal life like everyone else. Except, she's the Princess of Orelia, the last heir to the throne. In results of a sudden attack on her life, Lennon was sent off the grid; to live a separate life where no one can find her. Harry Styles is 21 years old and a trained agent. Top of his class, skilled in combat and always the smartest in the room. His past, a hidden secret and a grudge he holds on the Royal Family, leaves him cold hearted. His soul focus are his missions, willing to do anything to come out on top. Even if it means doing it his way. Harry and Lennon's past leaves them with a hatred like no other towards one another. But what happens when they're forced to work together to find who's after the throne? Lennon is in danger, leaving only Harry--the one skilled enough--to keep her safe. Finding who is behind the death threats and attacks towards Lennon seems like child's play when they're faced with the obstacles and mysteries of their forced partnership. But after some time... Is it really all that forced? ____________________________________ STORY CONTAINS: - graphic violence - bad language - death & mention of - sexual content - alcohol and/or drug use **This story does not represent Harry Styles in real life. His name, look and song references are used for entertainment use only. Harry does not act this way, nor do I see him this way. Enjoy!

Natalie was excited to spend the summer at her best friend's lake house. That is until she found out her best friend's cousin, Harry Styles, was planning on joining along with his four other band members otherwise known as One Direction. With some unpleasant past between them, will Harry and Natalie be able to pull it together and get along for the summer or will they continue to tick each other off until one of them cracks?