A shy boy who sees beauty in everything he lays eyes on, and a confident girl who doesn't believe in love, finding common ground in the world of art. tw.

[COMPLETED] "I see you've become brave" He chuckles, his eyes dark. "I didn't have a choice," I say without a hint of emotion in my voice. His eyes stay still at me when after a certain point I look away for a moment as the situation was getting too intense. Our silent breathing filled the room as he stood there holding me to the door, his fingers digging deep in my skin. Hard but not enough to hurt. "You have to tell me what goes on in your mind when it comes to me. Why do you keep hurting me?" I look him in the eyes, questioning. He leans in making me doubt what he intended to do as I turn my head looking to my left. His forehead softly touches my temple and rests against it. For some reason, it calmed me down. I stand there not moving a bone, too scared perhaps. Slowly, he takes a few strands of hair tucking it behind my ear. I hear him take a deep breath, and slowly exhale through his mouth parting his lips. His warm breath made my skin moist as he slowly he leans further down to my ear and he touches it softly with his lips sending shivers down my body. "Trust me, you don't wanna know what goes on in my mind when it comes to you." //Grace Evans is the childhood friend of Harry Styles, a member of the world-famous band 'Affinity'. But things go haywire as Grace enters the world of Harry, getting hurt and feeling perplexed by the changed vision. But what caused her to get involved in things she never thought she would and get into a world she absolutely despised? What made her do things against her morals? How does becoming a part of 'Affinity' turn her world upside down? More importantly, will they survive the storm together? Or will one of them have to surrender?// ♡HIGHEST RANKINGS♡ #1 IN NH #1 IN LT #8 IN ZAYN #8 IN CRIME FICTION All rights reserved to @Louisgurl1D STORY CONTENTS: •VIOLENCE •MATURE CONTENT •PHYSICAL ABUSE •SEX •VULGAR LANGUAGE •MENTAL HEALTH •SELF HARM •DRUGS

Then- A roar. A scream. Echoing through stone and metal. "EVELYN!" It cracked through the silence like a thunderclap. A man's voice. Raw. Wild. Agonized. Powerful. Evelyn's body jolts. But then it comes again - louder. More desperate. "EVIE!" Her eyes widen, breath catching violently in her throat. Harry. It's him. It's really him. Her lips tremble. Her heart stutters. "Harry...?" She staggers upright, legs wobbling. "HARRY!" The scream rips from her throat, broken and hoarse. She stumbles toward the door, arms still bleeding, her chains dragging behind her. Her entire body fights to move, even as agony pulses through every limb. "HARRY!" "I'M HERE!" Tears pour down her cheeks, sobs wracking her chest. She nearly reaches the door-when Celestie lunges from the shadows, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her backward. "ENOUGH!" Celestie snarls. "You stupid girl-he's not coming. That's not him." But Evelyn is feral now. Screaming. Thrashing. "Let me go! That's him! That's my Harry!" She claws toward the door, dragging her own body against the stone, blood smearing the floor. "HARRY!" Celestie clamps a hand over her mouth, trying to silence her. "Stop screaming! He'll never find you!" Evelyn screams against her palm, muffled sobs escaping. "HARRY-!" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• In a world where love feels like a distant dream, Evelyn has always been a burden, abused and tortured inhumanely by her family. Just as she dares to hope for a brighter future, she is abandoned at the altar by her intended groom, until Harry, not just a billionaire but a boy from her childhood, steps in to marrying her to fulfill his mother's wish. A marriage formed out of a contract of an year, indifferences and definitely not love. Will Love florish out of a forced marriage between an abused timid girl and a cold hearted billionaire.

(Sequel to Paris In The Rain) "I'm Harry Styles. The ex-boyfriend." ~~ Two years have come and gone. Things for the Flower and the Capolavoro have changed. Drastically changed. They left each other in Paris and haven't seen or spoken to each other since. But what happens when they're reunited at a wedding? Did they wait for each other? Or did they move on? Maybe she's no longer his Flower, and maybe he's no longer her Capolavoro. ~~ (Book 2)

Harry knew he shouldn't. He was older, and she was his daughter's best friend. It's certain disaster, written in the stars to cause a stir that none of them needed, but she had changed. One look at her buttery skin, water droplets dripping down her chest and that wide, toothy smile had him breaking in a way a grown man shouldn't. Harry knew he should't, yes. But he did anyways. ------- Ivy knew she shouldn't do it. It was one of the worst things you could do to a friend, but she couldn't help the pull. Seeing him sit there with the sunglasses placed delicately over his shapely nose, raspberry lips stained wet with lemonade, he looked like a god amongst men. She had been so good her entire life. She had decided to go for it, knowing she deserved to take something fun for herself. Make a bad decision for once. But no one ever imagined it would be her best friend's father. -----

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

A Harry Styles AU, set in the seventies. 'Well, well, well. If it isn't the love of my life.' She recognised the voice from early, and as soon as she realised exactly whose lips those words had fallen from, she couldn't help but let a smile take over her face. As much As she hated to admit to herself, she was glad to see him. The very few words that were exchanged a few hours prior had stayed quite present in her mind. There was just something about him. He was bad news. He had to be. 'You don't remember me...damn,' he sighed, shrugging it off a second later. 'Well, I get another shot. Let me introduce myself, my names Harry, and I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on, and we actually met-'

"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

"I do hope you don't expect me to apologise." [INTERLUDE SERIES - book 2] • • • The world Alouette has traded her life for is made of lies. The secret organisation that constitutes her father's legacy has fallen apart, her friend has been keeping himself locked in his room for days and refuses to talk to her, and the man she risked it all to save has taken her trust and repaid her with the ashes of her past. Worst of all, her sister is missing. Stuck in the Palace, Alouette is reeling. Between the guilt waiting to consume her, the secrets lurking around the corner, and the verses in her father's handwriting hidden in mysterious books, she doesn't know where to turn. As if it wasn't enough, the shadows of Northfair are rising, threatening to take over the little she has left. She needs to take action - but who can she trust? • • • [BOOK TWO - read Interlude first]

They've known each other since they were eleven, inseparable best friends for as long as they can remember, but long distance and spotty behavior causes them to lose touch after graduation. When Maddie and Harry run into each other again ten years later, what happens when feelings that were pushed away begin to resurface? EXCERPT: "How about this..." He suddenly gets an idea, a bold one, but he can't help but share it. "If neither of us are married by thirty, let's get married." Obviously, she'll be married by thirty. She's perfect, and any man who's as dense as a rock could see it. Surely, someone will sweep her off her feet and put a ring on her finger in the next twelve years, it's inevitable with the type of person she is. Deep down he wants it to be him, but he wouldn't dare make a move that could ruin the strongest friendship he's had his entire life. Maddie finds herself smiling at Harry's idea, she loves it. It won't happen though, because some girl in the future is bound to fall in love with Harry and his kind heart, and he'll be head over heels for her too. It's inevitable that someone will fall in love with his dimpled smile and caring soul, and even though Maddie already has, she wouldn't dare make a move that could ruin the strongest friendship she's had her entire life. The age of thirty is twelve years away for them, it's too obvious that nothing will come from this harmless bet. "Deal." "Really?" Harry raises his eyebrows, amused at her response. "Really." They shake hands just as the song comes to an end and another one begins. But Harry doesn't let go of Lainey's hand, instead he catches her off guard by spinning her under his arm and dipping her. "You better not fall in love then." STARTED MARCH 2021 COMPLETED OCTOBER 2021 *NOT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH THE REAL HARRY STYLES OR HIS CAREER*