CHROMA: the purity of a color; it's freedom from white or grey. Maia Drew grew up within the walls of Madison Square Garden. She knew every inch, every marking and it's ever changing features. As the MSG head photographer and social media manager, she was no strangers to the artist and athletes that had left their mark here, but no one could quite make an impact like Harry Styles. He came in, an intense specific hue, changing the chroma of MSG in Maia's eyes forever.

Lucy Banks is coping with the tragedy of Jake's death like anyone would expect her to... horribly. Although she wants to lock the doors and wallow in her own misery, Jake's best friend, Harry insists that dealing with their grief together is the best way. From the author of the popular 'Wish You Were Here' series, comes a story of loss, betrayal and forbidden love. Lucy's life throws her heartbreaking hurdles, but perseverance and trusting love again prove to be the only way through the dark.

Harry had it all. Money, power, and the freedom of being a bachelor. Isabella was struggling to make ends meet, working at a dance studio by day and a strip club by night. Their worlds collide when Harry signs his daughter, Ottilie, up for classes at the studio. And again when he finds himself at an exclusive strip club for a friend's birthday...

[COMPLETED] Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence. Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends. However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger. -- "115," he says, his breath hitting my face. I stammer, "What?" "That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us. His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall. He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face. He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

"Why are you such a fucking douche bag?" "The same reason you're such a bitch." // Thea Knight is a 20 year old trying to live through summer after college and hide from her problems like a normal person. However, in her words, her annoying ass neighbor is making that impossible. [HARRY STYLES A.U.]

Nova, a songwriter who left California to focus on her music and most importantly, herself. She promised herself she would never fall in love. Knowing she is living on borrowed air; she never wants to put anyone through that kind of heartbreak. But one day she breaks this promise with herself, the day she met H.

Elude (əˈlo͞od): evade or escape from (a danger, enemy, or pursuer), typically in a skillful or cunning way. In which Harry Styles finds himself enamored with his boss' fiancée.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

Her eyes have their own vocabulary, and what a beautiful language to learn.

"Clementine?" "Harry Styles."