She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintings. No one would ever understand how much he loved to paint. And then, one night, a new sort of addiction walked into his life. One that would be more detrimental than any before, and yet none had seemed quite so captivating. highest ranking- #82 in fanfiction trailer by @sweetophelias all rights reserved to @derailedthoughts

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.

I guess a small part of me had wished that we would be together. That we would set off into the sunset on the horses that were a mere fallacy. I had prayed for the day so much that when it did not come, it felt like the end of the world. It was not the end the world, Levi. It was more like the end of every single good thing that we experienced together. Everything was replaced with the badness that is held captive within this world. I am now bad. You made me this way. But, you are not all too blame. I let you break. I let you run. I let you in. I let you kiss me. I let you hold me. And the saddest of all, I let you know me. I do not even know myself anymore. Levi, who am I? You had been the only person that took the time to learn every single about me from smallest of things to the biggest. From how I like my tea in the morning to the reason that I doubt the logic of the earth being round. If it is not too much of a bother, could you please tell me who I am? Or more rather, who I had once been. + In which a twenty-two year old woman tries to grasp on to the reality of the here and now without thinking of the best friend- and what could have been more- that left her stranded to cope with life on her own four years ago. In which a dazed and confused twenty two year old man tries to come to terms with the recklessness that he had caused to everyone that had once cared so deeply for him, including the best friend that got caught within the cross fire four years ago.

[Completed, but in desperate need of editing] " A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other…Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever. " This is a story of a boy and a girl, Harry Styles and Azalea Longman, a boy band member and a student in literature. This is the story of how their paths crossed for the first time, how they fell for one another and how they dealt with being from two different worlds. For one of them, falling in love happened slowly, for the other, it was all at once, but they had one thing in common: they both knew that there was more to life than the beds that they shared, but they would rather fall asleep together than to find out.

"Are you the devil?" "If you aren't a monster, then what are you? What can possibly be worse?" "A mad man." A Dan Howell fanfic. Warning Triggers: explicit language, sexual content, mental institutions, mental illnesses, drug use, gore. Mature content, some might find offensive. - Enjoy. ~ (Amazing cover by cliquot on Wattpad!)

NOT EDITED "I cannot look into those eyes, eyes that I have learned will judge you, eyes, that will make or break you, no, please no. I can't look into those eyes, because if I look you in the eye, every memory of us laughing together is erased, every memory of us cuddling within the warmth of the blankets, every memory of us staring into each other's eyes, will completely vanish. All I will see is your beautiful face that is no longer mine to admire, all I will see is the way your eyes crinkle in distaste of my presence, all I will see is how much you loathe me. I cannot look you in the eye because all I think about is how much I love you and how much wanna kiss you, I cannot look you in the eye because you do not love me like you used to and you do not want to feel my lips, I cannot look you in the eye because of how much I want to be with you, and how much I wish I had told you to stay, I want to look at you but, I cannot because all I can think about is the smile that remains no more upon your face, I want to kiss you but all I can think about is how much, you are going to laugh at me, if I did." Harry Styles AU | This story is fictional. It has nothing to do with who Harry Styles is as a person, only his physical traits are used. All Rights Reserved © 2016 sunflowerboulevard Original Completion Date: July 4, 2017

From their midnight marathons and late night squabbles as best friends, to intimate kisses and raw confessions as almost lovers; all morphed into faded memories and distant recollections. His sudden departure broke her; drove her weak state into the open arms of rebellion and liquor rims; forgotten mishaps and raving parties. A year later, they cross paths once again. His previous intentions of diminishing any sort of ill feelings between them completely shattered; all because of four simple words shared between their dwindled bonds. "Do I know you?"

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.