sub·li·ma·tion : modifying the natural expression of a sexual impulse to one that is socially acceptable Harry Styles has everything he has ever wanted. His business have had a great success those past few years and he is now one of the most renowned CEO of New York City. But he soon finds that everything is always the same, day after day. Bored, Harry wasn't expecting that his new entertainment would be the little chick with a bun above her head who crosses the hall of his building every afternoon. But when he starts having alarming thoughts about her, it is too late; he feels like he won't be able to leave this little Adele girl alone. © haroldvintage 2017. cover by the lovely @beigeroses I am the author of this story, please respect my work and do not copy it. Original work (untitled Sir) in French on @ellafictions

"the pretty boy with the emerald green eyes watched me from a distance. I couldn't help but stare right back at him."

The thing that fascinates Harry about Charlotte is that she is pure, innocent and untouched. But that what she wants everyone to think. When people hear Charlottes name, they think of how she is such a sweet girl and that her youth, despite being 17 hasn't been corrupted and stuck with religion. Luckily for Charlotte her licentiousness has not been exposed and hardly anyone could imagine her with her lips wrapped around anything but a lollypop. Harry had retired early at age 25, with enough money to be set for life, but his mental state was what caused him to quit the job which caused the stress and strain. Harry found his saviour at church, and it wasn't in god but Charlotte herself.

In which Louis develops an unhealthy infatuation with the painstakingly endearing, clumsy boy across the hall, even though really- he's way too young for him.

Eerste productie 'Dus de eerst volgende keer als ik kleding nodig heb weet ik waar ik moet zijn.' zei hij lachend toen we de dichtsbijzijnde Starbucks uitliepen. Het begon kouder te worden en we hadden allebei wel de behoefte aan iets warms. 'maar om terug te komen op ons gesprek van de vorige keer, wat is nou het lange verhaal?' ik nipte van mijn koffie en wachtte hoopvol af want ik was erg nieuwsgierig. 'Jij hebt echt totaal geen idee wie ik ben hé?' Ik stopte met lopen en ik keek hem niet begrijpend aan. 'hoe bedoel je?' ik keek hem vragend aan. Zayn was inmiddels ook gestopt met lopen en kwam tegen over me staan. 'Ik ben niet zomaar een doorsnee jongen die in de muziekwereld werkt.' Zijn stem was vastberaden. 'Ik kan je eventjes niet volgen Zayn.' Nog steeds keek ik hem vragend aan. 'laten we eventjes gaan zitten.' Stelde Zayn voor. Samen liepen we na het eerste beste bankje en daar namen we plaats. Nog steeds keek ik Zayn vragend aan. 'Ik ben zanger van een band.' Zei hij iets wat bescheiden. Ik trok mijn wenkbrauw op. 'is dat het gene waarom je zo geheimzinnig doet? Omdat je zanger bent van een band?' ik keek Zayn vragend aan. Hij schudde zijn hoofd.

It's been a year, almost two years since Lily's supposed death. Harry has moved on; or so he tells himself everyday. After all, that's the only way he keeps going, the only reason why he still lives. He tries to forget what happened almost two years ago. Trying to forget can be hard when a crazy witch decides that she wants to use you as a pawn in her game. When Harry wakes up in a world unknown to him, what will he do? What if this world is the key to finding his way back to the one that matters the most to him? Find out in Risen. Sequel to Fallen.