A mental institution au where Harry Styles has intermittent explosive disorder and an obsession with dolls.

The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.

"It was your love that got us into this mess" she said, running her hands over my shoulders. "Well, baby, it's going to be yours that gets us out of it" I said quietly. ~ Sequel to Excessive WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

"We are the kids our parents warned us about." Teenage rebellion. Everyone goes through that stage, with similar to almost opposite outcomes. Teenagers are the most distraught of generations. The most raging for freedom and the most willing to fight for it. Serenity Carter plays with fire, and fire isn't as dangerous as she can get. Although portrayed as a modest, respectable young lady in the eyes of her religious parents, she is the Devil's assistant herself. Harry Styles owns the word trouble. With a criminal record, he is known as a nuisance to the town's people. Constantly being judged by his mistakes, he assumes it's better to be silent than to be a fool and explain himself when he clearly doesn't care. He is strong, brave, short tempered. Misunderstood and abrupt. Impulsive and easily annoyed. He might just be the last straw Serenity pulls before her mother finds out. Join Serenity on her wild, mischievous story as a young girl turns into a woman, along the way learning that love is a fragile thing that when broken is a heavy storm.

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

Carter's dad has got it going on. -Rose

BOOK 2 OF THE ANCHOR SERIES Waves makes for an unsteady sea, really. Depending on the wind and the pressure, waves either lay peacefully against the sand, its current slow and steady, or crash onto the shore. There's no way to predict which way the wind will blow, there's no way to know how strong the waves will be. When the wind blows hard, when the waves are aggressive, the only thing you can do is hold on and hope you'll be strong enough not to let go. Hope that although there's no way to predict how strong the waves will be, you'll always be stronger than them, hope that through everything, you won't drown. Waves, they come and they go, and sometimes, when they hit the shore, they destroy sandcastles.

Noelle Robinson, 21, was reported missing this morning and is suspected to be victim sixteen to an anonymous sociopath. Commander Harry Styles of the New York Police Department says the serial killer is still on the run and that more news on the tragedy will be released shortly. - Noelle finds herself in a life-threatening situation when she becomes the next target of an anonymous killer kidnapping girls in her area. There have been fifteen girls previously taken and brutally murdered, yet still his identity remains unknown. After her safety is threatened and she becomes the first survivor to escape from this murderer's hands, she finds herself under the protective custody of Chief Commander Des Styles' son: Harry Styles - a rookie fresh out of academy. As further threat is thrown at Noelle, Harry vows in the line of duty to protect her from any evil that tempts itself to danger her - or at least that's what he tells himself. When the two are forced to stay side-by-side, feelings arise and push the already brimming intensity further. Harry never knew that this sole circumstance would change his life forever, and neither did Noelle. - » WARNING: This book was written when I was young and a very amateur writer. There are many plot-holes and things I would like to change, but cannot for lack of time. I leave this story published for those who have fond memories of it. However, my personality, writing abilities, and overall outlook on life has changed dramatically since writing 21 Murders, and I hope that you take everything in this book with a grain of salt. That being said, even though at this time I was a poor writer, I like to think I was a decent storyteller. » December 10th, 2014 - October 15th, 2015 » All Rights Reserved to @silhouette_styles » Revision Started: February 23nd, 2017 » No Translations Please :) » Fanfiction: #125

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."