ONE DIRECTION X LITTLE MIX Two globally successful bands collide, PR stunt or real? who knows.

Louis Tomlinson had always been the problem child of One Direction: sharp-tongued, rebellious, reckless, and a constant thorn in Simon Cowell's side. The stereotypical bad boy: tattoos, cigarettes, attitude for days. He was a bad influence that couldn't be controlled- it was the reputation he wore like an armour. It was easier to be hated than to be understood. But the last thing Louis expected was to become completely, irrationally obsessed with one girl - a raven-haired disaster with a voice he couldn't ignore. Mikayla Cowell's life had never been clean or easy. She had spent her whole life suffocating in her father's shadow: groomed to be perfect, polished, untouchable. Instead, she became everything he despised: loud where she should be quiet, reckless where she should be careful, broken in ways that couldn't be fixed with money or PR. If she was going to be a disappointment anyway, she might as well choose it. When One Direction's opening act pulls out days before tour, Simon makes a desperate, humiliating decision - he puts his own "failure" and her band on stage. Suddenly, Mikayla isn't just the daughter he keeps hidden. She's the opener. The risk. The scandal waiting to happen. Thrown onto tour together, Louis and Mikayla clash instantly - sparks flying in all the wrong ways. Louis hates her on sight. She's everything he can't stand- privileged, volatile, and worst of all, Simon Cowell's daughter. She hates him right back. He's arrogant, infuriating, too head strong, and exactly the type of guy her father warned her about. But hatred starts to blur into tension. Tension turns into something sharper. Softer. Far more dangerous, because in a world built on fame, secrets, and impossible expectations, falling in love might be the biggest mistake of all. PLAYLIST : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/31ejNkYXNuuQzaR6t1GTMb?si=XnL8pIW-SsegThflhxM9Hg&pi=IOvoZe_UQE-k4

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

For Noelle, the beach house was a sanctuary of salt air and summer traditions. For Harry, it was home. Every Summer, their worlds collided-until the summer they turned sixteen. One night on the sand changed everything, a promise whispered in the dark: "Ours. No names. No rules. Just us." But promises are easily broken when the tide comes in. A tragedy kept her away. Life pulled them in opposite directions. Two years later, a reunion shattered by new faces and bruised hearts. Four years after that, a global superstar and a divorced mother of one. Harry is the voice the whole world knows, singing songs about a girl he hasn't seen in a lifetime. Noelle is just trying to find her footing again in the wreckage of her old life. They both returned to the beach looking for normalcy, but the ocean has a way of pulling you back to the things you tried to leave behind. Some loves are a summer breeze. Theirs was a riptide. updates every friday! co writer- @hsfilmzz mature content!!!! harry styles x femoc! started- april 2026 finished-

NOT MY STORY! Thought I would post it on here since it got removed again and in honor of Bloodsport coming out Original writer : isthatyoularry on tumblr, twitter, and A03 I don't own any of the characters or writing

Magnolia is one of the biggest up-and-coming pop-rock bands of the 1980s, but what happens when one member makes an accidental deal with the devil? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @angelsatellite NOT ACCEPTING TRANSLATIONS ONEDIRECTION/ROCK'N'ROLL/DRUGS/VIOLENCE/SEX/HARRYSTYLES/ROMANCE/1980s/MAFIA/EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐚𝐝𝐣.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ──── ୨୧ ──── ⠀ ⠀ Now, sitting here beside Niall, I realize he doesn't know that. He doesn't know that I carry that song like a bruise. He doesn't know why I felt the need to change the subject so bad on Friday night when he played that song by the fire. He just knows me as the girl who laughs when he tickles her and spins on gym mats. ⠀ ⠀ And maybe that's... okay. I'm much more okay with him seeing me as that kind of person, because to him I'm not broken or bruised. I'm just normal. I've never been normal before. ⠀ ⠀ Because for the first time in a long time, the memory of Micah doesn't hurt as much. It's still there - it always will be - but it feels softer around the edges. ⠀ ⠀ Niall shifts beside me, his voice breaking through the haze. "You ever get that feeling like... you're right where you're supposed to be?" ⠀ ⠀ I look over at him, his face flushed, eyes tired but bright. ⠀⠀ "Sometimes," I whisper. ⠀ ⠀ He smiles faintly. "Yeah. Me too." ⠀ ⠀ We lie there a little longer, not saying much. The lights flicker slightly overhead. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I believe, that everything happens for a reason. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I am meant to be here. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ For some reason.

When Harry Styles' band Paranoia rises to fame, his little sister, Olivia Styles, finds herself at countless rehersals and on tour with them. After Harry pays her to date Niall, she can't help but take the money..

† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.