18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

'Darling,' his voice was raspy, resonating deep within Emma's heart. 'I can't resist you much longer. I really can't.' Being devastatingly attractive, a ruthless lover, a shameless heartbreaker, and a magnet for scandal - Harry Styles is adored and hated by millions. So when he reappears after five mysterious years of silence, the entire country watches him step back into the dazzling spotlight on the famed late-night talk show, Live with Devon! Emma Sinclair, one of the rookie script editors at the show, treats his attendance like any other day at work. She's not starstruck, she's not hopping on any of the gossip trains, she's just doing her job. But what starts as a professional obligation, unravels into something far more complicated when she meets Mr. Styles himself. Fame is messy, just as desire. And along the way, Emma learns falling for a celebrity might be the most complicated when he falls back. All Rights Reserved to @butterflytattoo Achievements: #1 Harry #1 Fandom #1 Harryfanfic #1 Styles

"We can't keep doing this," I chuckle, my words muffled slightly against his lips. It's a laugh of disbelief, mostly at myself, because here I am again. He pulls back, his hand sliding into my hair as if that's going to magically solve anything. "Why not?" he asks, his voice low and entirely too charming for my liking. I give him a soft smile, the kind you give someone when you're about to drop a truth bomb but don't want to sound mean. "Do you really want to know?"

ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [She is Beauty We Are World Class ] 1:11 --◦---- -3:39 ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ Escape the inevitable Fade into light Soak up the empathy 'Cause I'm with you tonight Are we one, or are we two? Are we me, or are we you? Has it been all this before? Do you see what I see? - In Chicago was a mafia named "Silver Tongues". According to the higher class they were notorious for making people disappear. The lower class never believed it. Thought it was a stupid little rumor to scare "the poor" away from the city. - WARNING Contains; Adult language, violence, sexual content

❝Just a forgetful child, just a lost girl.❞ ❝Just a boy with a pen, just a man with ink.❞ (Book 1)

"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

This is the story of a girl who one day is happily walking home from school when she is kidnapped by the one and only- one direction. (COMPLETED WITH SEQUEL) WARNING: Wrote this when I was a carrot/fetus to writing so be prepared for it to be pretty poop!

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

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!

[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles