"this boy is playing with my heart like it's a techdeck."

"a dreamer that's what she was" Ila James is an aspiring photographer who lands an internship with Helene Pambrun, who happens to be Harry Styles' tour photographer. This was everything she ever dreamed of but, someone blurs those lines, making her realize that he is all that she has ever dreamed of. Will she ultimately achieve all over her dreams? published in: September 2022 finished in: February 2023 COMPLETED

Francesca Hallaway is a school teacher who lives in a flat in West Hampstead with her best friend Amelia. Her life is anything but simple, many things having affected her over the years but she considers herself a fairly normal woman, living a fairly normal life in London. Harry Styles is an international rock star who lives all over the world. His life is anything but simple, often jetting off to the next city overnight or singing to thousands of people each night but he considers himself a normal guy from England, he just lives a fairly abnormal life. Frankie and Harry's lives' collide in Anguilla over New Year's.

"I don't think about getting through all the bad things as accomplishments, if I'm being honest." "What do you mean?" "The bad things are a side effect." He looked at me confused. "A side effect? Of what?" "Being human."

"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!

Noun: adoration - deep love and respect for a person. "You never cared about me, did you Harry? You made it seem like you did, but you chose your so called 'friends' and career when you walked out that door before." "Lila, I promised you I would always adore you for as long as I live. You've never learned how to compromise and show your feelings, you probably never will. I can't deal with that anymore." "But, you know what I've been through Harry and how it's been-." "Yes but I didn't think it would be like this with us, I don't want to give up but you're not giving me any reason to stay." "Stay for our past, our present, and our future. It's been too long to throw us all away now..please. Don't do this." Their paths were once separated for seven years, still, they have both adored each other since they were children. Will Harry and Lila fight for their adoration? Or will all the misery and heartache between them ruin all their chances of a happy ending together?

I met her once and wrote a song about her I want to scream, I want to shout it out, I hope she hears me now [UNDER MAJOR EDITING!] Started: July 23, 2020 Finished: October 28, 2020

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.