harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time of if he just doesn't like her ______ this is a series from my tumblr moonchildstyles.tumblr.com thank u sm for reading!!

Harry gets in a PR relationship with a fan, though he doesn't know that...

"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 harrystyles #1 in onedirection All Rights Reserved to @onthewindowsill

A world of red carpets comes with responsibilities. You don't get the glamour of fame, the money, the attention and the success without abiding by the rules given to you. Or in other words, the contracts. Juliette Harper finds this out the hard way. When her take off to fame and subsequent enterance into the Hollywood life comes after she stars in a romance movie with hot shot actor Sebastian Vale, she must uphold the conditions to ensure that she doesn't lose that success. But those conditions cost her more than she may be willing to lose; the only real thing she's ever had. When she agrees to a PR relationship with her Co-star the rules sound easy: Pretend to be in love, be affectionate for the cameras, talk highly about each other and most importantly don't let anyone find out it's fake. But it no longer feels so easy when she meets none other than the most loved male singer in Hollywood- Harry Styles. What starts off as innocent infatuation becomes something much more. Something a lot deeper. Something real. But is she willing to lose everything she's built, everything she's working towards for the only genuine connection she's ever had? Or are the claws of her PR contract sunken too deep into her life for her to escape its hold?

Lia's dad is a specialist in stage equipment and technical stuff. Her father got a job as a member in the 1D crew and he gets to tour with the band and takes Lia with him. What will happen while on tour? !!!-- 2013 wattpad at its finest...you've been warned --!!! _______________ (COMPLETED in 2014/15 i think / UNEDITED) reached 1 MILLION reads october 7th 2021 (wtf) _______________ Highest Rankings #1 harrystyles #1 onedirection #1 liampayne #1 niallhoran #1 niall #1 1dfanfic #1 liam #3 louis #7 harry #8 zaynmalik #8 louistomlinson #9 zayn

COMPLETED!!! "We got the Confidentiality Agreememt in the mail a week before they moved in, Cora and I both signed of course, we crossed the T's, dotted the I's, the whole deal. It's our second time getting one of those bad boys in the mail since moving here to L.A. The neighborhood, not too shabby, I love it here, but there's never any big stars, last time the agreement was for Ashley Tisdale, though my childhood self would have died to know I would be living next door to THE Sharpay Evans, adult me didn't give two fucks. So I signed it, not really caring, knowing it will be the same as last time, just another star, wanting to live their life as normal as they can, if that's even possible, and I'm being forced into signing this agreement so they can live in a pretend world of nice neighbors and make believe for however long they decide to stay. I was wrong about this one though, upon signing this, I didn't know it would be him, Harry Styles moving in, just next door to me, the girl who hasn't stopped posting about One Direction since she started making YouTube videos." WARNING: there will be language and sexual content(:

When the love in her life turns sour, independent, headstrong Bailey Duncan shuts that part of her life down completely, focusing only on her future. Now a college graduate she can't wait to get out of her small Texas town and move to bustling Los Angeles for a fresh start. Done with the heaviness and dramatics of affairs of the heart, Bailey intends to keep things light and enjoy the single life. LA gives her the chance to reinvent herself. She's started a great job, lives in a great house and is even casually dating a great guy. But one clumsy run in at a Starbucks turns her world on it's head when she meets the man of her dreams and favorite One Direction member, Harry Styles, who shows her just how weightless following your heart can make you feel. Why settle for great when you can have extraordinary?

Title says it all :) Comments are appreciated and I read all of them. Disclaimer - I would never want any of them to fall ill, my life revolves around them. These are just fictional stories and I hope you like them, not meant to harm anyone. I wrote this at 12/13 years old so please bear with me-

A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.