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!!

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

THIS IS A SAMPLE ONLY!!! THE STORY HAS NOW BEEN PUBLISHED SO I HAVE HAD TO REMOVE MOST OF IT FROM WATTPAD. Chloe Henderson has never been one to break the rules or push the boundaries… but during her summer break, she and her friends use fake IDs to sneak into a club. It’s there that she meets handsome and alluring bartender, Will Morris. The pair hit it off immediately, growing closer with every passing day. But as with every summer, it has to end sometime. Chloe’s senior year approaches and there’s a shock in store when she returns to do her final year at school. Will is there too, but he’s not one of her fellow students… A tale of forbidden love, broken hearts, friendship, and rivalry.

Following the story of Harry and Paris, will their love survive Harry's unnerving label or will Paris call a quits when his never ending lies continue to torture her life? Make sure you read "Labels" before reading "Labels 2" as you will be very lost and most likely petrified by my sick mind. love x.

Claire Davis was the next big thing in music. She was kind, grounded, gorgeous and talented. She thought she had everything she wanted until she met Harry Styles. She knew he was the one thing that would complete her. But what happens when fate steps in and Claire discovers what love really means...walking away.

Paris Hansen has never had a boyfriend, and has never claimed the label as a girlfriend. When she meets Harry Styles her life changes forever. Harry starts off as kind, honest, and happy.. But he takes a turn on a school trip where Harry's biggest secret will unfold. And the label Paris never thought Harry would have is the one she hates the most.

Prologo: Falso y pérfido eran sinónimos de mi nombre. De todos los papeles que pude protagonizar, era dueña del único que todo el mundo en mi situación, rechazaría. Lo peor era que esta no era una obra de teatro, cuyo objetivo es sólo representar, actuar y fingir; lo curioso es que esto es la vida real, y aquello de actuar y fingir tenía que hacerlo de la mejor manera posible y existente. Él, algo muy parecido al príncipe azul de los cuentos de hadas que mi madre me contaba cuando era una niña. Ella, la mejor amiga con la que deseaba toparme desde los seis años, única e incondicional. Decían que era la chica perfecta para el. Yo, situada justo en el medio; enamorada del novio de mi mejor amiga.