Abscond (verb): to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. // "They had to run, run for their lives." WARNING: Extremely explicit sexual content and language. Only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2016 ©

Camille Dumas construiu sua carreira no jornalismo esportivo sem nunca misturar o pessoal com o profissional. Sua regra é clara: pilotos são assunto para suas matérias, não para sua vida. Mas tudo isso é colocado à prova quando Max Verstappen decide que ela é seu novo desafio. Entre entrevistas afiadas, provocações no paddock e um jogo perigoso de tensão não resolvida, Camille se vê em um território que nunca quis explorar. Porque há algo em Max - em sua intensidade, em sua determinação - que a faz querer jogar um jogo que ela jurou nunca participar. E, na Fórmula 1, quem hesita... perde.

She wasn't looking for him. He wasn't expecting her. On the eve of a sold-out concert, Elle never imagined she'd run into Harry Styles in the most ordinary of places. She doesn't scream, doesn't ask for a photo, doesn't even act like she knows who he is-and that's exactly what catches his attention. Dragged along by her best friend with last-minute front row tickets, Elle finds herself face to face with Harry again-this time under the glow of stage lights. One unexpected glance turns into an invitation, and suddenly, the girl who wasn't supposed to be there is the only one he wants to see. But backstage passes come with more than just glitter and charm. Between the whirlwind of fame, the pull of ordinary life, and secrets neither of them expected, Elle has to decide if she's ready to step into his world-or risk losing herself in the spotlight.

"i'm going to love you forever. i hope you know that." "i wish i didn't." in which two people getting over heartbreak, meet on a plane. aka harry styles meets the girl of his dreams, only to realize forever is only temporary.

Golden Book Two Golden. My favorite song written off the album - the first song I wrote about her - Aurelia Moon. My golden girl. She's had me wrapped around my finger since the night we met. Our memories run on repeat in my mind everyday since I last saw her. She's the light of my life, my sun and moon. Only now, her gaze is not filled with light; her eyes are hard and glaring, and I'm at fault. My heart plummets and sinks in my chest but I force a smile on the outside. "Aurelia..." I say with a forced smirk. I love saying her name and I know she always loved hearing it. "Still my muse, even now." My heart quickens with hope when I see the goosebumps rise on her soft skin. Even after all this time. *mature and explicit content*

All they want is to see their best friends -- who hate each other beyond belief -- fall in love. So they put a bet on it. ⇢ some mature content so read at your own risk :)

Harry Styles, an incredibly talented singer, seems to have it all. He's doing what he does best: making music, touring the world and loving his life to a full extent. While he does all that he has his beautiful and supportive wife, Florence, right next to him. Florence De Lucchi-Styles, an Italian-American renown actress, who has been in these spotlights for years. Living in fame seems to be a paradise full of luxury, but that's far from the truth. It's a challenge. It is a hassle between fighting for what's good and what's wrong. So while Harry and Florence manage their busy careers and their relationship under the prying eyes of outsiders, losing a child might be pushing them to their breaking point. - "It's not your fault," I told her so softly that I could barely hear myself. My voice doesn't feel mine at the moment, for the first time in my life I'm speechless. "We lost our baby." "I know, baby, I know," I shushed her softly, keeping her in my arms. "It's not fair."

When small time content creator Harper Jenkins' TikTok video is accidentally posted by heartthrob Harry Styles, Harper is thrust into the spotlight she was not expecting. After his error, Harry is forced to deal with his finger slip, and unfortunately, in a very public light. What will come from his faux-pas? Will Harper be able to deal with her new found fame? Will this lead to an unlikely connection?

My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; his pinkie wrapped in mine is a feeling I've never realised I crave so badly. Perhaps because I couldn't have it. Not until now. **** With growing up comes change and for Tilly and Harry - change was their detriment. *this story contains mature and explicit content* * COMPLETED* Highest Achievements: #1 in one #1 in onedirection #1 in hs1 #1 in secretlove #1 in harrystyles #1 in films #1 in onedirectionasthemselves

Sometimes you feel a connection with someone so strong, that it's almost like you're crashing into them. Joselyn Myers knows the feeling well, literally and figuratively. Joselyn was perfectly content with the life she's created for herself. She's one of the top editors for The Hollywood Reporter, what more could she ask for? Even with some rough bumps in the road, she never felt like she needed more in her life, but seemingly when an unlikely stranger crashes his car into hers, she realizes her life was missing him. And who was this person you may ask. "It was Harry fucking Styles" *rated mature for sexual content in chapter 48, otherwise a cute little story. please enjoy* *story complete, epilogues still to come*