The head and the heart, an exhausted rivalry of human psychology. When forced with a choice between logic and emotion, a person is sure to crumble beneath the weight of their own conscience. - Ophelia "Philly" Carter is in Manhattan and she's lost everything. She has no family, she has no money, and she has no friends. All that she has left is her dream and her brain, but to her, that's all that really matters anyway. After starting her dream job as a detective at the 17th precinct, Philly realizes that her dream may be harder to achieve than she originally planned. There's an obstacle in her way, and his name is Niall Horan. He's a genius, a good detective, and above all, Philly's main competition. When Philly stumbles across a major case that could possibly be more than she bargained for, she has to ask herself whether she should lead with her head, or her heart. It's a question she's never been able to answer. - Ot5 story Mature content Violence/Death

───── 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 | ❝Please don't ever become a stranger, whose laugh I could recognise anywhere.❞ In which Skye Evans decided that 2010 is going to be her year. And she wanted to prove to everyone she was right about it, so she auditioned to the seventh season of X Factor. Little did she know that, that decision is going to change her life forever. Or . . . . ─── ❝Why are you so grumpy all the fucking time?❞ Skye Evans ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ─── ❝I'm not "grumpy" I just hate fucking dancing.❞ Zayn Malik Zayn Malik x fem!oc One Direction | 2010-2020 au

Ambrosia Hatton knew she was shy, sitting in the corner of the library alone during many lunches. But that was how she liked it, Ambrosia had been alone for a very long time and she appreciated the solace and peace that only silence could bring her, away from the busy setting of the foster home she lived in. He was an addition to her quiet life, Edward Cullen didn't test her limits, he secretly coaxed her away from her isolation and she loved him for it... [Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction and I do not own the original content]

[ON HOLD] RETRIBUTION noun - {re-truh-byoo-shuhn} -punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act. "We all have to face our fears sometimes, Harry" "That's why its called FALLING in love Layla, there is no control, you have to just fall" "How are you supposed to destroy a monster, without becoming one yourself?" TWs - mentions of r@pe and suicide and sexual assault. Drug use, heavy sexual content. Please note that this story is FICTIONAL, while the characters looks and similar personality traits inspire the writing, the story is fictional and in no way depicts the cast in real life.

Asa, a magnetic and esteemed gallerist, meets Harry Styles, the immoral and unlovable art dealer, who's solely determined - almost obsessed - to win the heart of the woman he supposedly desires the most. However, when she mistakenly uncovers a disturbing truth to his identity, Asa comes to learn that her life, and its flawed purpose, are not at all what they appear to be. Betrayed and petrified, she knows she's a goner. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content / Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #2 in harrystyles #11 in darkharry

"Oh, but I think you will. You're just dying to tear everything apart, aren't you baby?" Harry narrows his eyes in amusement, a malicious smile playing on his lips. I feel a surge of boldness at his condescending words, the cool of my pen tucked behind my ear startling me slightly. "So what if I am?" "You're just so full of vengeance, yeah?" Harry's bloody fingers tap underneath my chin, careful not to smear any of the substance on his fingers on my body. "Yes." I cock my head in defiance, not wanting to give in quite yet. "You know, maybe if you weren't such a bitch, I'd think you're hot." A slow, sadistic smile crosses Harry's face like he's thoroughly enjoying having me in a position like this. I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest like a shield of my very own. "I'd prefer you didn't think about me at all." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlett Thatcher is hired as a publicist for the now world-famous band, Ecstasy. A young woman picking herself up from old habits, Scarlett is looking for vengeance, ready to go to any length necessary. Harry Styles is the lead singer for Ecstasy, ready to protect himself from the topsy-turvy famous world. Full of secrets, he's not afraid to scare anyone straight out of his life. What will happen when these two ticking bombs collide together?

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

A story about Harry set in a post-apocalyptic world, trying to find his way back home.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.