Some mistakes don't feel like mistakes until it's too late. Forgetting an umbrella when it rains. Skipping breakfast and regretting it by noon. Leaving something behind, assuming you'll remember to grab it later. Losing a letter... my letter... felt like one of those small, insignificant mistakes at first. A brief lapse in memory. A minor inconvenience. Until it wasn't. Until it turned into something I couldn't take back. I should have noticed earlier. Maybe if I had, I could have gone back, retraced my steps, fixed it before it became a problem. But that's the thing about mistakes like these. You don't recognise their weight until they're already pulling you under. And now, I was drowning in it. _______________________________ Lena Carter has spent years writing letters to her future husband, private thoughts, quiet hopes, and confessions she never intended to share. It was supposed to be a tradition, a secret she kept folded between the pages of her notebook, safe from the world... Until she loses one. Left behind in a quiet London café, the letter, her most vulnerable one yet falls into the hands of a stranger. But not just any stranger. Harry Styles. International superstar. Tabloid favourite. The last person she expected to be holding her words in his hands. When Lena returns to the café the following Sunday, expecting nothing, she finds him waiting for her letter in hand, a knowing smirk on his lips, and an unreadable expression in his green eyes. What starts as a curious game of fate quickly turns into something neither of them can ignore. Harry is charming, infuriating, impossible, and completely off-limits. Lena is convinced she's just a momentary distraction in his world-someone to toy with before he moves on. But the letters don't lie. And neither do the unspoken words between them.

*Includes Mature Content* Harry Styles: the founder and CEO of one of the fastest-growing American record labels and recording companies in the world. After starting the company at the age of twenty, he maintained the company's widespread success with the strong motivation of ensuring that he could provide for his six-year-old daughter, Naomi Styles. Iris Monroe: a bright and optimistic second-year first-grade English and Art teacher at the most prestigious private schools in the city of Los Angeles. While her students work on a writing activity, she notices one student in particular struggling with reading and writing more than expected at her age. In an attempt to reach out to Naomi's father, after leaving an endless number of voicemails and sending emails, Mr. Styles finally finds time in his busy schedule to meet Ms. Monroe for a parent-teacher conference. But when their relationship expands beyond the classroom, they're left entangled in a challenging and Frowned Upon predicament.

"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

Harry Styles is the principal at Little Valley Elementary School. Quinn is a busy single mom to Maggie, who's just starting Kindergarten.

In which Harry Styles is a criminal law professor at Harvard Law School, and Maude Sterling is his student.

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

{SEQUEL TO MALIGNANT AND HIDEAWAY} MATURE READ! (18+) "Lay one finger on my daughter and I'll have you destroyed before the hours up." Harry and Amelia were ready to start the rest of their lives together, but what happens when the demons of his past hold them back? (BOOK 3/3) COMPLETED #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

"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!

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno