Mabel and Harry knew each other since highschool. They were together for a long time before something happened and the two go in separate way. They meet again for the first time in the last place they would have imagined: at Harry's work. Everything has changed around them except one thing : the love they have for each other. Harry is the ceo of a brand called 1997, he is successful and one can think he has everything, except he doesn't. The one person he loves most in this world is not by his side Mabel is working for a fashion brand and loves it. While she starts to slowly gain a name for herself, she doesn't have the person she loves most in this world by her side Dive into Mabel & Harry's story, one about love, forgiveness, pain, hope and trust.

Losing someone is never easy. Especially if it's your best friend. Being in love with that someone though, makes it even more complicated. * Harry and Elizabeth grew up together. They were best friends, each other's happy place. But 7 years is a long time, a lot has changed... Harry is now living his dream, basking in the glory of his success. No matter how big he gets though, he could never forget where he came from. He could never forget those big blue eyes and the hearty laugh that he was once so fond of. And Elizabeth... well, she grew up. She's not the naive little girl she was all those years ago anymore, she sees the world differently now. She does her best every day, trying to get into line and have a normal life like most of us. Running away from your past and building up walls can only work for so long though, and a certain curly headed rockstar might just be able to crumble them all down in an instant. When their paths cross again, the darkness just becomes a tad bit brighter. They eventually fall back to same old habits, the memories clearer than ever and suddenly it all just makes perfect sense again. *** "Love is friendship that has caught fire." //MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT//

I watched him carefully as he bent down slowly towards my ear, his breath fanning on my neck, and whispered in his very own English voice that I had known oh, so well. My breath keeps increasing. "Why are you always in the mood to kill?" ---- She was just walking home. Now nothing in Kayeen Ardolf's life is real. It was late. The streets were quiet. Kayleen had taken that path across the bridge a hundred times before, until the night she saw him. A stranger. A man draining the life out of another beneath the streetlight. When he looked up, blood still on his lips, her world stopped. She ran. He followed. And in the space between one heartbeat and the next, he was standing in front of her. Kayleen doesn't know who he is. She doesn't know what he is. But after that night, the life she knew begins to slip through her fingers, replaced by memories she shouldn't have, and shadows that seem to know her name. Someone wants her gone. Maybe they always have. And the worst part, they already tried. The man from the bridge? He and his friends know more than they're telling. These creatures aren't supposed to exist. None of this is. But then again... neither is Kayleen's past. Now, hunted by truths she was never meant to know, Kayleen must decide who she can trust, and what- or who, she's willing to become. Some memories are locked away for a reason. And some monsters wear a familiar face.

"So, what possessed you to spend your evening at this shitty party?" I asked, releasing the taste of my cigarette with my words. His gaze decidedly landed on my lips that were wrapped around my burning cigarette as he finally spoke. "I guess I'm a bit of a masochist." He shrugged and a sharp laugh escaped my throat at his words. "What's your excuse?" "Oh, I'm the one throwing this shitty party, so I guess I'm a bit of a sadist," I replied with a shrug of my own and his laugh was just as sharp as mine had been. All humor left his voice, however, when he said, "Yeah? Fuck, that's hot." //After a fateful meeting at a house party, Stevie never thought she would see Harry Styles again. However, a year later when a mutual friend tells her Harry's band is looking for a new bassist, she jumps at the opportunity. Much to Stevie's disappointment, Harry doesn't seem to remember her, or the night they shared, and he certainly has a darker side when he isn't trying to get into her pants.// Mature content warning// This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.

"What's the matter Indie? Missed me so much you had to break me out of prison?" "Shut up, Styles, you know that's not why I'm here," I huffed, regretting this before it even started. He stood up and walked to the door of his cell, his long fingers gripping around the metal bars as he leaned against them, a smirk on his lips as always, almost like it was tattooed onto his face. "Oh, I know darling, I just want to hear you say it," he replied arrogantly. I pinched my eyes shut and tried to calm myself down so that I wouldn't try to shank him with the nearest object I could find. "I have a job I need to do," I replied vaguely, but he wasn't having it. "And?" He hummed. My fingernails dug into my palms harshly as I gripped my fists together, the words tasting like battery acid as they left my lips. "And I can't do it without you."

Working with Niall Horan comes with rules, a strict schedule, and a non-disclosure agreement that rivals the length of a novel. Hunter Gray is reserved and quiet, rarely ever seen without at least one book in her hands at any given moment. When the opportunity to work with Niall on his most recent project presents itself, she accepts the offer without hesitation and dives in headfirst willing to do anything it takes in order to help create something she can be proud of. However, Niall is quick to realize that even when you make promises to stay on track life has a way of doing anything and everything it can to throw you for a loop. Hunter and Niall create a bond that neither of them have experienced before, but will that work out in their favor or will it lead to a situation that needs to be handled and closed out forever?

Harry Styles is the owner of the popular tattoo shop Fine Lines. When Devon Lincoln books Harry for her first tattoo, there's no doubt feelings start to brew. What happens when Devon finds out Harry's secret?