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

❝Let me show you what delicate sex is, baby.❞ An explicit story about two step-siblings who don't like to sleep apart and somehow end up with a bottle of vodka and heavy sex. [Warning: highly sexual content, BDSM, strong language]

❝But why would I want to get in heaven, when all my friends are in hell?❞ [Warnings: highly sexual content, age differents, drug-use, strong language]

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

Lucy Robinson - twenty year old model - struggles to become reacquainted with the real world after spending four bloody months in a rehab center due to an eating disorder. Harry Styles - twenty year old pop star - shagged her once and despite everyone else's warnings, finds the troubled and ridiculously famous girl captivating and sets his sights firmly on her, determined to dig down deep and bring out the real Lucy Robinson. Life just...tends to always get in the fücking way. Constanze Saemann :: Lucy Robinson Cara Delevigne :: Herself Harry Styles :: Himself Johnny Depp :: Ren Robinson Ben Barnes :: Himself Kendall Jenner :: Herself

"And by the way, love," He said in a low voice, his lips ghosting over my ear. "My name is Harry. Not Harold." -//- Elliana thought her family moved away for her father's work. She thought her parents were happy. But what she didn't think was that she, without a reason, had moved into The Strand; the neighbourhood where registered sex offenders are sent to live. People at school seem to know who she is and where she lives before she even arrives. And her next door neighbour seems unable to stay away. ** WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ACTS OF VIOLENCE, IMPLIED RAPE, EXTREME LANGUAGE, AND MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. **

HS \\ ZM // LT Her name was Mae, and he thought that was a nice name. He liked her smile and he liked her hair and he liked the way she pursed her lips when she took a drag from her cigarette and he liked the way their hands fit together, the way his fingers would knot into hers and he liked the way she made him feel. Harry liked spring a lot, but he also quite liked Mae. Mae thought spring was perfect, but she thought Harry was even more so.

Sequel to One Minute. "Stand here with me, for one minute."

"If loving you kills me tonight, then I was ready for death the moment you said hello." «R.M Drake»