Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

''The reminiscence of what they could be was pure sin, a dark thought that haunted both their minds whilst their bodies urged to become one. Her small, petite body under his frame was in need to be defiled and Amelia's back arched for him like a flower blooming for the sun. His hands, always so unsure and eager, found their rightful place over her hips, his fingers digging into the tender flesh and drawing out a gasp from the ginger. In the back of his mind, something screamed: Mine.'' Mature content ahead. Warning: This is a fantasy story - read the disclaimer in 'Prologue'. Highest rank: #1 in Sensual © 2020 by chaoticaccount. All Rights Reserved

"She was not for everyone, but she was for me."

"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

1983. Five years after The Orphans tour of the U.S. Five years after the masses were shook by his voice. Five years after the publication of her impressive article. Belle, also known as Goldie, roams the streets of New York City with the beaches of California in her rear view. Now a well-known journalist for Rolling Stone magazine, she finally begins to feel steady from her formerly-tumultuous life on the road. ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/34k3zFIez-g

Taking place in the summer of 1978, the story follows 18-year-old aspiring music journalist, nicknamed Goldie, tasked with following up-and-coming UK rock band - The Orphans - while they do their first tour of the U.S. New to life on the road, Goldie befriends Orphan's front man Harry Styles, a handsome narcissist with an addictive personality. "You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact." - John Lennon ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/Oy8ixhAodNQ

"You return like autumn, and I fall every time."

BOOK 2 OF THE ANCHOR SERIES Waves makes for an unsteady sea, really. Depending on the wind and the pressure, waves either lay peacefully against the sand, its current slow and steady, or crash onto the shore. There's no way to predict which way the wind will blow, there's no way to know how strong the waves will be. When the wind blows hard, when the waves are aggressive, the only thing you can do is hold on and hope you'll be strong enough not to let go. Hope that although there's no way to predict how strong the waves will be, you'll always be stronger than them, hope that through everything, you won't drown. Waves, they come and they go, and sometimes, when they hit the shore, they destroy sandcastles.