[COMING SOON] (BOOK TWO) "He had the most beautiful eyes, Whitney! They were a emerald green, absolutely gorgeous. And don't get me started on his dimples," My hands flew in the air as I shook my body making my best friend laugh next to me. She was trying to get me to shut up about my encounter with this beautiful stranger that I came across earlier in the day, but it was no use. Despite her turning up the volume on the T.V. I just gushed louder about him. "Seriously though! His name was Harry--" I didn't need to finish the handsome lad's name, because the T.V. already finished it for me. I suppose Whitney got what she wanted because I instantly hushed and listening to the news channel intently. Once a picture of him popped up I smacked her shoulder hard and gawked at the screen, "That's him, isn't he hot?" But that's when the impossible occurred. The news telecaster spoke over the many images of Harry appearing on the screen, my throat going dry, "Nineteen year old Harry Styles' body was found yesterday in downtown. He had been missing for a good year now, and is said to have died long before yesterday." IDEA GIVEN TO ME BY @xBeautyRisesx Cover by @appetence Copyright © 2014 by Taylor C. Arthur, Lovely O'Day [pen name] All Rights Reserved

(harry styles) french is a beautiful language, but it's even more beautiful when it comes out of his mouth. © Copyright 2013. 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 @piccadily on Wattpad.com.

Tales and snapshots of Harry’s life with Farah, his sweetheart who lacks the ability to see. © 2014 BY FIONA (Iondon). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"You're the kind of cryptic I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life trying to decipher."   ©suckitstylxs (2014)

[ONGOING] Callie Silverstone – the sweet something, that wore pieces of material instead of headbands – had worked in the grungy odds and sods shop that sold vintage Marilyn Monroe posters, vinyl records, run-down guitars and a bit of everything else, for a total of seven months. Zayn Malik had entered the store on an October afternoon, the setting sun casting an eerie orange glow over the city. He wore headphones around his neck and a grey denim jacket slung around his shoulders. A flimsy cigarette dangled from his chapped lips and his dark eyes held a certain mystery. Callie and Zayn were opposites – no doubt about it – but you know what they say; “opposites attract.” cover by the beautiful AlexandraJoy © sttarbucks

❝You want a tip in life? Don't fall in love with someone you can't have. Especially not a runaway angel.❞ Zayn Malik is a desperate, fugitive angel. Valarie Chase is a feisty girl who lashes out at just about anything in order to keep from getting hurt. When Zayn becomes her guardian angel, all hell breaks loose--literally. Demons awaken, enemies are made, and a huge danger is unleashed, not only on Zayn and Valarie, but on angel-kind, and perhaps even mankind. Facing a sinister killer who has countless tricks up his sleeve, the two do their best to stay alive, clinging to each other in a world of betrayal and hurt. And perhaps even, unthinkably, falling in love. ❝And yes, sometimes we fall... but love will give us wings.❞ cover by me trailer on side

She just wants to be a sport journalist. She is always interviewing the best players in our Uni and sometimes she ends up dating them, but they always break her sweet heart. I would never do that, but she would never interview me even less date me because I'm just a regular football player in the team. I'm not the best, but I want to be. I want her to notice me. This year I'll be the best one. This year she will notice me. {AU Fan Fiction}

A story about Harry set in a post-apocalyptic world, trying to find his way back home.

“925 miles is a long way to go for one girl,” Mary says, chewing on her bottom lip. “Well, you’re a spectacular girl.” And Mary only frowns and tries to blink away the gathering tears. “Perhaps I’m not as spectacular as you think.”

Dearest Juliet, You said that I have to get over you. Seriously, Juliet? You think that right after this has happened that I can just move on? You think that I can go out and live my life as if nothing happened? Well, I have news for you, I'm not moving on, Jules. I can't. Don't you see? You left too quickly for my heart to be ready for something like leaving you behind. I am so sorry, my love, but I just love you too much to keep the promise I made you. I love you, Juliet, always and forever. Love, Curls *Completed*