Katie was your normal eighteen year old girl...that is if you called normal jumping on your bed singing at the top of your lungs to your favorite song into your hairbrush all the time. She has long brown hair, was 5 foot 6 and was the only girl amongst the five kids her parents had; she was the oldest. Katie was the captain of her school's soccer team and was the reason for them winning the championship four years in a row. She did everything with her best friend Lily. They had been friends since the third grade. Lily and Katie have this obsession with a band called One Direction; it's all they can think about when Katie isn't thinking soccer. Posters of One Direction covered the walls of Lily and Katie's room. Katie was in love with the one called Harry Styles. Katie loved Harry's curls; they made her go crazy. These girls knew they had a one in million chance to ever meet One Direction. But then one fall changes everything in Katie's life forever and it will never be the same.

"Why is your name Avalon Scott on this drivers license?" *** Avalon Scott had been on the run from her ex fiancé for nearly a year when she landed a job as a bodyguard for one of the richest men in New York. Instead she's hired to be an undercover bodyguard for the millionaire's son, Harry Styles. Harry Styles is an asshole to the media and public. People consider him to have a cold heart ever since the death of his brother. When his past is back to haunt him just as he's about to take over his fathers company, he starts wondering why his personal assistant keeps following him everywhere. What are the hidden identities that these two different people are hiding from the rest of the world?

Vera Aguilar finds herself without a place to live when her roommate gives her room to someone else. In search of a new apartment, Vera finds what she assumes will be the perfect solution. When Vera goes to meet the landlord for the keys, she knocks on the door and is met with a surprise, one that will change her life.

"Will you forget about me in a month?" Harry asks with a sad pout. I squint my eyes completely taken aback of his question. "No, of course not. Why are you asking?" I cup his face in hands and kiss his lips. "What about six months?" He asks, breaking away from the kiss. "What's happening to you? I'll not forget about you ever. Are you okay?" I stroke his cheeks and stare down at his sad face. I'm so confused right now. Is he fine? "What about a year or two?" He asks, his voice hurting and slow. "I'll never ever forget you, Harry." I raise my eyebrows at him while emphasizing at every word. He nods his head and looks at me before saying, "Knock knock." I frown at him. "Are you serious? Just a few moments ago...don't show me that pout, I love your jokes but now, you need to tell me what happened to-" "Knock knock." "Harry!" "Knock knock." "Fine! Who's there?" Harry smirks and says, "See, you already forgot me."

A "classic" 1974 love story. Harry Styles is a famous english painter, a tortured artist who leads a life in black and white, in search of a spark of inspiration, of color. So he moves to sunny California, and finds his spark. She is precious, confident at first glance but from what he can see she's still damaged. She is so many colors at once it's almost too much for him. But even through the colors he sees her sorrow and her deepest insecurities. He's the only one who truly sees her, only to his advantage. He sees all of her, but she fails to see all of him. She falls hard and fast, to her he is the one, shows her what life is supposed to feel like. He shows her how colorful she truly is. That's how she wants to see him at least, because the truth would hurt too much. That is until the truth can't be contained anymore, until it all explodes in her face and she finally sees the real him, his true colors exposed for the entire world to see. A product of her worst nightmares. ... "Falling in love with him was like falling off a cliff, I never realized that every moment I spent with him, I was just standing there on the edge, the wind in my hair and the void right at my toes. And then when everything happened... it was all so fast, like the ground collapsed from under me and before I could even realize it, I was just falling without a way of going back up, without a way to get back on the ground, crashing and breaking down was my only option, the only way out of it. That's how loving him felt. Broken bones and crushed flesh, that's how he left me." ⚠️ -Strong sexual content -Eating disorders -Mental illness -Manipulation -Gaslighting -Assault -Violence/blood -Drug use (Some of these topics are barely brushed upon, I don't mean to scare you off.) Every story deserves to be told and every character deserves a happy ending. It only depends on one's version of a happy ending. Enjoy -L No translations

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised. *The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.* *This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.* The story of a young woman who finds her style, self worth, and strength through the power of friendship, and true love. With a punk twist. In 2010, living in suburban CHICAGO IL, Alice Mariposa Anderson, 19, wishes for a teenage dream of sex, drugs, romance and fame. A Punk Rock life is a fantasy that corrupts her daydreams every waking hour, and her love of music only fuels it--but it's a life that'll only come true if she abandons the strict religious rules of her parents Christian household, and takes a chance on her new punkstar neighbors across the street. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Harlow Silver is a 21 y/o drummer for an underground scene/punk band named Bloody Valentine, moving from a loud, trashy New York City apartment to a quiet house in Chicago to escape his grim, horrific past. While also seeking out answers only Chicago could give him. But when he moves in across the street from a prudent, annoying, religious girl looking to bust out from her protective shell, he's forced to face his fears and break through the mental barriers that bind him to his trauma. And maybe, just maybe, love again. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. A.U.

1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

"Harry." I glare. "Violet." He smirks. - He had those tempting green eyes patched with a smirk and she wore a glare with the sweetest heart. She was his smartass. His darling sunshine. They were both hiding secrets. They both wanted to disappear. When their paths cross one day, they do everything in their power to stay away from each other but somehow they physically couldn't. They craved each other. They needed each other on a deeper level that could be conceived. - "Come on, I'll drive you." He says while picking up his keys. "You don't have to-" "Beep, beep, trains leaving!" He grabs my hand, pulling me with him as my jaw drops. "That was childish." He smirks, "I'm your damn fucking taxi, baby." Staring back at me with a painted smirk, looking me up and down I shove his hips back. "No flirting, be cool." "I physically can't stop." - Harry tries to keep Violet away from the mafia but when she figures it out, Harry will do everything he can to protect her. A new mission sets the boys up to travel to their casinos while robbing competitors. With an enemy hot on their tail, they have to play their cards right or face the consequences. - Highest Rankings #1 in living #4 in gangs #1 in punk #12 in soft Harry #6 in daddy issues MATURE CONTENT