"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!

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

SEQUEL TO DEVIL'S DUE. In this sequel, our main duo are off to a bit of a rocky start. River is recovering from a gunshot wound, trying to overcome a bout of PTSD, all the while attempting to remain in the loop of her boyfriend's antics. Harry on the other hand, is hell-bent on getting revenge over the people who threatened the well-being of the one good thing in his life. He is determined to overthrow Damien and now Derek, destroy their shady and destructive business, and terminate the organization that stole from him his childhood, among other things, once and for all. Let's hope these efforts prove fruitful, otherwise, the characters you've come to love and cherish are only in for more ruination. But like Harry says - we're done giving the devil his fucking due. What comes next is inevitable, right?

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{COMPLETE} Church Boy Sequel. Now in college, Teagan must face the challenges any other young student does; including relationships, friendships, late night studying and rivalries. All rights @stylesxwriter ©️

{COMPLETE} "Have you ever been touched like this before Harry?" She whispers and he whimpers against her touch. "N-no." He stutters, fighting the urge to give into temptation. He was just an innocent, sweet, virgin church boy. She was determined to change that. The only thing preventing that from happening was a mischievous boy named Louis. Highest Ranking: #3 in Harrystylesfanfic All rights reserved @stylesxwriter, 2016©️

he had loved her blindly... metaphorically and literally. (Short story) ©WeTukAChonce_ [cover by: soundthealarm]

הסיפור בהפסקה כרגע ואני לא יודעת מתי/ אם אמשיך אותו מצטערת. "את מבינה שיומן הוא דבר אישי מאוד נכון?" קולו היה מחוספס, נמוך ומאיים. הקול הזה החזיר את גופי לחיים וגרם לי לקחת צעד אחורה בפחד כשהמשיך, "אז השאלה היחידה שלי היא למה לעזאזל את עומדת עם שלי?" credit to: arietem

"הלו?" הוא אמר. "הארי." המשכתי "תבוא היום בלילה". "אני לא יכול. בעצם ישנתי" הוא ענה, קצת מעוצבן שצלצלתי אליו בשלוש לפנות בוקר. "בבקשה." התחננתי, מגלגלת את עיניי. חיכיתי לתשובה, בזמן ששמעתי תזוזה בצד השני של הקו. "את רוצה לעשות סקס היום?". חייכתי, נושכת את השפה שלי. "בשמחה", הוא גיחך קלות, ופיהקתי. "אהיה שם בעוד עשר דקות בערך" הוא אמר. "אני ערומה מתחת לסדינים" אמרתי בעודי משחקת בשערי, "אולי 5 דקות בעצם". כבר שמעתי אותו זז, ניחשתי שהוא שם את הג'ינס שלו. חייכתי, "אה ודרך אגב," אמרתי כששמעתי אותו ירד במדרגות. "כן?" הוא ענה. "אני שונאת אותך," ________ היינו ההפכים הגמורים אבל לשנינו היה דבר אחד במשותף פאנפיק מתורגם של @britishbums אם אהבתם תגיבו אם לא אהבתם תגידו לי אם ממש אהבתם לכו לקרוא את התרגום השני שלי על הארי lights, camera and harry styles