Harry and Cecily's love is undeniable, as it has been since the 3rd March 1252, on their very first meeting. Their relationship is forbidden, and fraught with complications. How long can they keep it hidden?

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

"I never thought I believed in soulmates, but how could I not when I have proof right in front of me?" - - - Norah is a college student just trying to get by. Harry is one of the biggest pop stars on Earth and his fame is only rising. A course of events leads to a relationship that's only asking for disaster. - - **TW: Story contains mature content like minor scenes of sexual content, minor scenes of violence, and themes involving anxiety and depression **As I said, there is only a minor amount of smut, but this story will take you through a rollercoaster of emotions!

❝Heavy is the head that wears the crown.❞ - Shakespeare, Henry IV [WARNING: This story contains explicit content such as sexual content, graphic violence and profanity. Read at your own risk] Winner of: | Mature Harry Styles Fanfiction (1st Place): The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018 | | Best Diverse Fanfiction (Winner): The Fanfiction Awards 2018 Best Harry Styles Fanfiction (Runner Up) Best Overall (Runner Up)| Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

All Harry wanted was to get over his best friend's girl. All Nova wanted was to get over her traumatic past. So, they made a deal. But, this deal may end up being a bit more than they bargained for. WARNING: Sexually graphic. Themes of violence, drugs, and alcohol. May be subject to feels. *Gigi is only a face claim. You can picture whomever you want.*

Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.

"I am the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved." Layla Scott is on the run. She changes her name, chops off her long locks, and takes out all the money in her savings account to move across the world. Layla is doing whatever it takes to start over and she intends to never be found. But, a pesky neighbor proves that flying under the radar is harder than she had hoped. Harry Styles is trying to stay afloat. He works constantly to pay off debts and support his family, but finds himself instantly intrigued by the recluse that moves in next door during the dead of night. He makes it his personal mission to uncover the secrets Layla is hiding and undo the damage that has been done; even if she is determined to push him away. But, they'll both learn that sometimes, you have to save yourself. WARNING: Sexual, violent, and abusive content. Also subject to cuteness overload and feels.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut