Sophie Lennon is an art curator who lands the job of a lifetime at New York's most prestigious gallery - The Pink Velvet Theatre. More than just a gallery, it is a place of carefully crafted illusion. Harry Styles, the elusive owner, is already a legend in the industry. He's brilliant and accomplished, but rarely seen. When Sophie stumbles upon something she was never meant to see, everything changes. Keeping her at a distance is no longer possible and neither is letting her go.

~~~~~~ Morrigan was a quite and shy person who was hurt horrendously. She used to love tranquility that the silence brought her but not anymore, not after James. Harry could be described as ruthless and fiercely tough as the leader of Pink, but his admiration for a women named Morrigan changed his way of thinking. Read to find out ~~~~ check tw's #2 in harrystyles #3 in harrystylesfanfiction #2 in nightterrors #4 in harryedwardstyles #5 in harryedwardstyles #1 in loveharrystyles #4 in protection #2 in harryandniall #1 in harryandniall #15 in harryedwardstyles

A part of me yearns to get alone with him the first chance I get, while another wants to ignore his gaze and hope I never see him again. Just looking at him now is difficult on its own, the unwavering eye contact driving me insane. I can't breathe. His presence is smothering me. // Shalom Antonova is a ballet dancer, a gifted student at Wintergreen Academy, the daughter of strict religious parents, and most of all, a struggling drug abuser. As she begins her last semester of boarding school, Shalom plays a dangerous game with her reliance on substances, toxic relationships, and the introduction of a new classmate, Harry Styles, who has a world of secrets up his sleeve. WARNINGS: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE, VIOLENCE, MENTAL HEALTH. STORY WRITTEN BY @anechkagirl. COVER ART BY @anechkagirl. ALL PHOTOS ARE FROM PINTEREST AND CREDIT GOES TO RESPECTIVE ARTISTS.

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*