I didn't get the massive fuss on him in the beginning. But I guess I was in the right place at the right time and I am forever grateful for that moment.

opulence /ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns/ great wealth or luxuriousness. Apollo III, a gang consisting of all girls, tasked with robbing Casino's all over America. What happens when Apollo III crosses paths with Harry Styles, the owner of Stardust Casino, and Harry's five best friends? // I made eye contact with piercing green eyes, as the purple lights from above danced on his face, he smirked as two girls grinded on him. He seemed to love the attention. Liked the thought that everyone is eating out of his hand, and he's aware of it. "What about him?" I questioned, nodding my head in his direction. "Him? He's dangerous... in many ways. He's a pathetic excuse for a human. He has a reputation, a scumbag who fucks around with everyone." She shouted to me over the music. I threw back a blowjob shot and thanked the bartender, he winked at me and I turned around in disgust. I rolled my eyes, "Wanker," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed another shot and noticed the man started to nudge and push people in the crowd, as he made his way towards me and the girls. Neveah clamped her hand around my wrist and started pulling me away, I slammed the shot glass on the bar as Neveah urgently pulled me away. I turned at the man with green eyes and brown hair as a curl fell down across his forehead, he smirked at me and I whipped my head back around to the front of me, to feel my wrist being squeezed by Neveah's hand. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins, but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him.

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.*

Sarah boards a flight to Malaysia blissfully unaware of two things: 1. Heartthrob Harry Styles is seated up ahead in first class 2. Their plane is about to go down in the Indian Ocean

"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!

In which Harry attempts to take advantage of a sweet, innocent girl and is shocked to find out she is the complete opposite. Cover by @-PAPAYA Started 2016 Finished 2018

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

[COMPLETE] Having a crush on your boss is no big deal. Right? Talulah Knight is the assistant to the CEO of a major architecture firm. She loves Madonna, baking, oh and she is in love with her boss, but both of them are completely oblivious. With late nights in the office and boring work events, the lines between professional and unprofessional start to blur.

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