What happened to me is something I could never have dreamed up in my wildest imagination. I mean, no one really wakes up in the morning and expects to find a person you connect with so much, and feel a shared magnetism for that it may have you re-evaluating whether you believe in love at first sight. It's even more bizarre that this person is one of the most recognisable people on the planet. One should think of me as so lucky. All I ask is Pretty Please, Don't Pinch Me.. because this is one dream I don't want to wake up from. Ava Sinclair considered herself to be quite a regular twenty year old. That is right up until she runs into one of the most publicly lusted after men. Juggling work, friends and family is hard enough, so when she is thrust into the public eye in such an impromptu manner, she must learn to deal with all the add ons. Yet something much larger and something she doesn't quite understand emerges and she begins to lose all sense of reality. Cover created by the lovely @Ayiah_Jaddo Copyright © 2014 WordsWithGem All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

In any field or endeavor, anything that can go wrong will-and the hospital staff agrees it always lands in Harry's hands or on Esme's desk.

At London's most prestigious private hospital, reputations are everything-and no one's stands taller than that of Dr. Harry Styles. Cold, brilliant, and infamously untouchable, he's the youngest chief cardiac surgeon in the hospital's history... and he intends to keep it that way. Aria Blake is 23, freshly out of med school, and already walking into hell. Assigned to Dr. Styles' elite surgical team, she's smart enough to know this placement could make or break her career-but stubborn enough not to let anyone break her. Especially not him. He thinks she's arrogant. She thinks he's heartless. And neither of them is wrong.

harry styles. just released his sophomore album, fine line. his solo career took off with an amazing debut album that topped the charts, and he sold out over 50 shows. remi yarrow. aspiring artist. just released her debut album, wildcard. her solo career is slowly but surely rising. when harry begins to think about touring fine line, he realizes he gets to do one of his most favorite things which is deciding who the openers will be. he loves being able to help others get rightfully recognized for their talent. who will he pick to take along for his second tour across the world? will his pick change not only their life forever, but also his?

'Darling,' his voice was raspy, resonating deep within Emma's heart. 'I can't resist you much longer. I really can't.' Being devastatingly attractive, a ruthless lover, a shameless heartbreaker, and a magnet for scandal - Harry Styles is adored and hated by millions. So when he reappears after five mysterious years of silence, the entire country watches him step back into the dazzling spotlight on the famed late-night talk show, Live with Devon! Emma Sinclair, one of the rookie script editors at the show, treats his attendance like any other day at work. She's not starstruck, she's not hopping on any of the gossip trains, she's just doing her job. But what starts as a professional obligation, unravels into something far more complicated when she meets Mr. Styles himself. Fame is messy, just as desire. And along the way, Emma learns falling for a celebrity might be the most complicated when he falls back. Achievements: #1 Harry #1 Fandom #1 Harryfanfic #1 Styles

Book 2 of 5 in the No Control series (COMPLETE) This is the sequel to No Control..... Ever Since New York: Lies are told, secrets are uncovered and One Direction continues the OTRA tour. Is there life after Harry Styles for Jessica Bradshaw? She's about to find out. I do not allow translations. Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction 11/12/16

She spilled her coffee, her almond croissant, and possibly her dignity-right onto Harry Styles. Emma's a French translator with zero chill, a tragic relationship with her inbox, and a talent for falling over her own feet. Harry's supposed to be focusing on his next album, not getting tangled up with the hilarious, chaotic girl who crashes into his life-literally. This is not a muse story. She's not his inspiration-she's just herself. But that might be the whole point. One almond croissant, one girl, one quietly ridiculous love story.

"we'll be alright." in which two people never really stop loving each other. aka even after being broken up for over a year, soleil monroe just cannot get over harry freaking styles.

It was just a contract. A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around. Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite. And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care. He didn't ask for company. I didn't ask for complications. But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted. And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud. They said don't fall for your boss. They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.

It was only supposed to be one night. One stupid night. One broken heart. One dimpled boy. And half a bottle of tequila. One night was all it took to turn her whole world upside down. EXCERPT FROM ONE NIGHT: Harry laughed softly into her mouth, "That's a good sound." He pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing a piece of hair out of her face with a tenderness that made her chest ache. He looked at her like he saw her, really saw her. And she'd never known what that felt like until now. "Beautiful," he whispered. Mae blushed-actually blushed-and tried to cover her face with her hands. Harry grinned, catching her wrists and tugging them gently away. "Uh-uh. I wanna see." She was already a puddle. He kissed her again, pinning her hands above her head this time, and the shift in power made her pulse race. His mouth moved to her neck, soft and slow, making her shiver. "When do you leave?" he murmured, kisses trailing toward her collarbone. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Train's at one. It's just after ten now." Harry smirked, lifting his head. "Plenty of time, then."