*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © 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 _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

The best way to not get a broken heart is to pretend you don't have one. Harry is a good example of this quote. He gave his heart to a girl named Rosemary. He wasn't the simplest of a guy. He had his flaws just like she did, but that didn't stop them from finding love, but what causes you to leave the one you love? Lies, disappointment, lack of trust, maybe even death? What ever the cause may be left Harry with no hope and nothing but the memories he wished he could relive. How can you find lightness when someone you loved left you with nothing but darkness. maybe just maybe if there is hope for everything Harry will find some and it will lead him through the dark. (Harry Styles fanfic)

Lexi is Louis Tomlinson's cousin who moved away to Australia when she was 12. She returns to visit him on a holiday and meets 1D- Romance begins to bloom between her the cheeky Harry Styles! Is the publicity of their relationship too much to handle? Read on to find out what happens....

UGH. KILL ME NOW KILL ME NOW KILL ME NOW oh my god. Harry locked me in the laundry room with Zayn. Yes, Harry Styles has locked me in the laundry room with Zayn Malik. Zayn's scrutinizing eyes find the hidden camera covered in wet seaweed behind a pile of dirty clothes. His hands reach back to flip his long Jesus hair only to remember he cut it the week before. "Damn Hazza." He mutters under his breath as he looks me in the eye, one eyebrow raised. Well played Harry, well played. Let me tell you the story of One Dizzle and me living on a stranded island, south of Hawaii, Makhulau. Oh don't worry, we have plenty of time. I sigh and sit back against the old washing machine while Zayn flits his eyes back and forth, looking for a key, silently cursing. It was pretty sexy. "Ha." I laugh in spite. I might as well spend the time on explaining you all how I got into this mess.