"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles

Harry is a regular school boy in high school. He doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't have any friends, he has no one. He sits by himself and draws in his text books. He always listens to music. He always reads in the library at break time. During his recess break, he finds a number written on the shelves from another person, he wrote it down in his book and erased the number off the shelf. When he gets to his apartment, Harry inputs the number in his contacts and thats the only number on there. No one knows his got the number and this person doesn't either. But what happens when he sends a text? He doesn't know the gender of this person and neither does the stranger. What happens when they keep texting each other?

Payton, a 19 year old college girl, had to pretty much grow up on her own. With her promiscuous mom, coming and going and a missing father, the only people she had to lean on was her Godfather and her two best friends. Second year in at School of Art Institute of Chicago, Payton meets Harry; a mysterious, quite, attractive young man with a dark aura. Payton is right away captivated by him and makes it her goal to find out who he is. She is warned by others to stay away from Harry and is even warned by Harry himself, but she keeps on pushing her way through his walls. As she becomes more and more involved, things go bad and Payton finds herself trapped. Can she forgive all of his mistakes? *** Harry's eyes furrowed in carnal concentration, as he slowly rubbed his tip against my bundle of nerves. "Harry, please," I nearly cried, I was completely consumed with his every movement, unable to move or think anything else but Harry. "I'm sorry angel," He groaned into my ear, nibbling on my lobe before bringing his length all the way down to where I want him. I breathed out a shaky breath as Harry inserted just the head of his penis into me. Every muscle in me tightened in eagerness, "God baby you're so tight and wet for me." Harry pushed in more, just to enter an inch further before withdrawing completely and going back to my cli.t. I wound my hands in my hair in frustration and pouted. Harry laughed at my exasperated state. "I told you I wanted desert." *** "I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched." ~Edgar Allan Poe ***Will include material that may be sensitive to some, including: sexuality, violence, and language. Everything is not what you expect it to be!

"I'm tired of being second all the time behind Eros, Mom. He has a title, Cupid, and what do I get? I get rubbish, that's what. I just want to know what will get me to the highest ranking of your eye, Mom." Harry, son of Aphrodite, was down on his knees as he begged up towards his stunning mother. Her long hair fell down her shoulders and back, as her eyes lay peeled on one of her many sons. She had indeed favored her son, known to most as Cupid, the most. Harry was just as handsome in features with his dimpled smile and green eyes, but Aphrodite had not been impressed by him as much as Eros. Her red stained lips parted. "You want a quest?" Aphrodite's voice laced with interest. The curly haired brunette nodded, his hands clenching to each other in a desperate manner. Aphrodite thought for a moment, wanting to come up with something to test Harry's true power of love that he was supposed to be born with. "You must bring two humans together, and get them to fall in love. You have three months, my son. Maybe then you will be compared to Eros." (cover by moonxriver)

[slow updates] [H.S.] : Bexley Heart isn't anything more than a growing young adult, already pushing her way into the rough world. She lives as a recluse, away from her past life, on the outskirts of London City in England, working weekdays as a janitor at the town's beloved local theatre, The Poe. As she fights her denial of her own depression and loneliness, she encounters the one who can cure it all- a tall, heavily troubled boy named Harry, who inhabits the mental disorder of autism, and the walking disability of cerebral palsy. As time goes on, they will both struggle to find where they belong in the world- which just might be with one another. “Believe it or not, you saved me, Harry.” “F-from-m w-what?” “Myself.” ~ [unedited] cover made by: @anomaly- © Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

❝But why would I want to get in heaven, when all my friends are in hell?❞ [Warnings: highly sexual content, age differents, drug-use, strong language]

This is a collection of Harry Styles One Shots, each shot will feature a different Harry persona and a different scenario. This story contains MATURE CONTENT and this will be the only warning I will address. Thank you to everyone who reads, votes and comments on my work. Much love, Bella.

Zayn and harry are two completely different people. Harry doesn't have everything that zayn gets to have but that doesn't mean zayn won't try and convince harry that he's all he needs. Zayn knows it will be hard and harry just hopes his mom can keep her word.