[Completed: 5/31/22] - What's love without the longing stares and the unacquainted torment of rejoicing on the little things? Hoping follows the journey of Jarelle and Harry's love story, from their unexpected first glance, to the last word they penned in each other's name. - This story includes explicit and mature content. Please read "welcome | intro" for further warnings.

He's Hollywood's golden boy. She's the girl everyone calls "difficult." Lilith and Harry are Hollywood's hottest on-screen couple. Charismatic, magnetic, and impossibly convincing in every red carpet photo, they've built the perfect illusion, a steamy, whirlwind romance to match their latest film. The only problem? They can't stand each other. Their chemistry sells tickets. Their hatred fuels headlines. But behind the façade, something real is unraveling.

If you build walls up around yourself, someone is eventually going to break them and you won't be able to prevent yourself from getting hurt. All Rights Reserved to stylesdimplxs, 2015. ©

"I got my hopes up" I whisper, softly closing my eyes. "About what?" Harry mumbles keeping his distance from me. "About you actually loving me back." A single tears runs down my cheek. I pick up my broken heart, and leave behind the only man I have ever loved. *Sexual warning.*

❝The moment I walked in to find Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British, my mind-blowing one night stand, as my photographer for the shoot that could change it all, I knew life was throwing me a curveball. The moment he, Harry Styles, walked into my best friend's apartment, I knew that curveball was heading straight for my gut.❞ © 2014

-/ COMPLETED/- "i trusted you." i spit out looking at him with anger that's mixed with agony. "well, you got to be careful on who you trust." •••••• rose had learned to surround herself with people she trusts after her dad left. she just can't be alone. but what happens when she becomes too close with someone she shouldn't have mingled with in the first place, causing pain to her and the ones she loves? book (1/2)

"How can I see tomorrow, if you're not there?..." They've gone through so much in such a short time of knowing each other; heartbreak, misery and confusion. At the time, it looked like they wouldn't have made it through all of that alive, but somehow - they did. So, will this new chapter - along with the untouched experiences and newly made memories - be something that will set their love aflame, or will the fire die down? The only way to find out... Well, is to find out. [All Rights Reserved. This story has been published originally by the author and all ideas and story lines has strictly been made by the author alone. Plagiarism/ forgery of any kind is prohibited. If copying of any sort regarding this story is made, extreme hardship shall and will be placed upon you. Do Not Forge And Plagiarize.] Enjoy :) x [Forrest Ivy - Aflame, 2015©]

Harry Styles- a man with whose looks could kill and lips to love. Isabella Gray- a determined girl to forget her past and change her future. Lines smudge between truth and deception. Hurt, power, and lust fuel the spark of betrayal. How will they survive? Viewer Discretion Tw: violence, assault, mafia, sa, drugs

Melody is a struggling writer working toward a degree. By chance, she is reacquainted with Harry, a boy from middle school whose life has shifted drastically. Instead of the kind, quiet child he once was, Harry has grown into a life of violence, pain, and crime as an underground boxer. In a search for inspiration, Melody invites herself into his life. What results, however, is far more real than the words she puts on paper. *Sequel now posted!* Cover by @adashofniallandetc

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021