POV Fine Line was written about you... Harry is on vacation writing for his second album while on the island he meets a girl, Daisy, who becomes the inspiration for his song writing. Fine Line through the album. A story of the inspiration behind Harry Styles 'Fine Line'. Of course it is totally fictional and is not w...
"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...
When tragedy strikes and Harry's world destroyed in a single night he finds himself in a downward spiral of substance abuse. After years of struggling, his family finally convinces him to seek help. While on his road to recovery he meets Imogen, his new psychologist who has a painful past herself. A friendship...
[COMPLETED] asset • noun a useful or valuable thing or person. A sociopath mafia member who is far too good at his job, and a girl who never wanted to be a part of it, but somehow always would be. ©lonelyari 2020
Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to colle...
❝I'm sorry about the blood in your mouth.❞ Harry doesn't care about the blood on his hands until it's hers. 2017 FEATURED STORY Highest Ranking: #141 in Fanfiction ©chloecorrie 2016-2017
(MATURE CONTENT) Avery Collins has started her new journey in New York City, in hopes of mending her broken heart. Everything was going fine, until she keeps bumping into one of the most famous rockstars in the world.
What if someone said something to you, trying to discourage you from following your dreams. Would you give up on that dream? Or would you follow that dream and prove them wrong. What if the person who tired to discourage you came to an event of your dream that is now reality and tried to win you back? My name is Oli...
His eyes where only ever on her. From the moment he set eyes on her, he was obsessed, fixated on her. Maybe he was intrigued at first by the way she attracted attention just by entering the room, or of how full of confidence she was. His attraction soon grew into obsession. He knew that he wanted to be with her, hold...