"In silent screams, in wildest dreams, I never dreamed of this."

"There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you-of kindness and consideration and respect-not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn't know you had." Includes Mature Content | 18+

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harryedwardstyles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles

When an anonymous threat attacks two rival spy organizations, Nicole Calvitto agrees to become the center of a faux alliance in order to combat the looming peril. Her job was simple: marry her organization's opposing heir, work together to solve the mysterious string of deaths, and in the meantime uncover any secrets her not-so-beloved new husband, Harry Styles, and his intellectual arrogance kept hidden. Unveiled is a fanfiction about spies, secrets, and a man who thinks he knows everything.

He went by Hot Shot, nicknamed for his exceptional ability to repair cars. Molly Pierce, an ambitious girl from the opposite side of town, went a while without ever figuring out his real name. But when the truth about his sinful name and twisted past inevitably resurfaced, she was stuck with a choice to make. A tale of forbidden love, mechanics, and car thieves. ***PLEASE SEPARATE CHARACTERS FROM THEIR FACE CLAIMS, INCLUDING HARRY highest rankings: #1 in harry #1 in harrystyles

"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲." ________________________________________ [harry styles x fem!oc] [one direction] This story follows Aliyaa Alba, a 15-year-old aspiring singer who finds herself thrust into the chaotic world of The X Factor and the music industry. Between fame, betrayal, secret contracts, and her complicated history with Harry Styles, Aliyaa struggles to balance her past traumas with her present life, her hidden romances with public expectations, and her desire for music with the cost of living in the spotlight. This story contains the use of drugs, alcohol, abusive childhood experiences, anxiety, mental health struggles, mature or troubling scenes, complicated relationships, etc. Please read with caution - it is a heavy story, meant to reflect the realities of both trauma and real issues , but also the fragile beauty of first love and healing. _______________________________________ I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!!

[ COMPLETED ] Neither of them knew one night could change everything. ✼ ✼ ✼ For mature audiences only. Story contains sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! COPYRIGHT © 2015, stylescloud All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal my story!

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.*

Welcome to Fragments of Us. Ciara Mendez is a fierce, ambitious woman, a hard-working party girl with a sharp edge and a past she's desperate to leave behind. Her only goal? Success. She's determined to rise above it all, head held high, heart locked away, and emotions buried deep. But life has other plans. When the unexpected creeps in, heartbreak, regret, love, or maybe just lust. Ciara finds herself torn between who she was and who she's trying to become. Harry Styles, enigmatic, charming, and born into wealth that hides a darker truth. He's inherited more than just money from his late father; he's inherited secrets. Dangerous ones. The kind that require lies to keep the people he loves safe. But lies have a way of unraveling and when Ciara and Harry's worlds collide, they're both forced to confront the truth they've been running from. In the dark, love waits. But not everything waiting is kind. ✵ ✵ ✵ I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'll be a good girl... if you tell me your name. Would be a shame if no one knows who made me come." He chuckled darkly. "You're something else, Ciara." My stomach dropped. How did he know my name? He smiled, flashing a dimple. "Since you asked so nicely... I'm Harry."