"All I want for Christmas is Harry Styles..." We've all thought it, but what if one day it came true? Tate is just a normal girl from a small town. Fed up with all the brads and chads, she makes the life changing wish for Harry Styles. But what happens when the next day he shows up in town and she's the only one who remembers who he is? How will these two opposite people figure out how to find common ground? And will they be able to do so before the town's annual Winter Wonder Fest? This story is cheesy. Think Hallmark movie. It's pretty innocent as well. There's mild cursing, but no smut. This is pure, cute, Holiday energy.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆,𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘? 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘" 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚...𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆, "𝑶𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐,𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖...𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖" Highest rankings : #18 in direction #188 in harrystylesfanfiction #38 in emotional #25 in onedirectionfanfiction

"They've figured her out, please, do something to help her...I tried to keep her safe and I failed." He was red; dark and powerful. She was white; pure and graceful. Harry was the most handsome prince ever to rule England. Women threw themselves at him, but he just backed away. He didn't want anyone, much to the Queen's dislike. Harry needed to have a wife. He was twenty-one and at this time, he was already late on the rode to marriage. Not like he cared. Leah was the girl in the corner of every room. She was different and looked over. Being in the lowest-class of society, she was never invited anywhere by anyone. It was just her and truthfully, Leah didn't mind. Nobody knew her name. That is, until one man spots her in a crowd and realizes that she may be his last hope at pleasing his mother. Harry doesn't even have to love her through this all. And what happens when war breaks out after three years? The Prince of England has the power to save this nobody girl. But will he choose to?

secrets are harmless, aren't they? [ highest ranking #90 in fanfiction - 2015.06.25 ]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Samantha Anderson's life was finally coming together. She had gotten into her dream school, NYU, received an opportunity to intern at the newest fashion agency, Tomlinson Designs, and had a boyfriend who loved her dearly. Life is good, until Harry Styles, an incredibly rich investor, walks into her life. Harry is filled with crude comments and unkind words. Yet, Samantha can't seem to get him out of her head. #6 in FanFiction Trailer(s) [WATCH THEM IN HD PLEASE]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PloKqRN5Jcg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rlr2CSy5inM&feature=youtu.be https://youtu.be/G-ul1d08f8E

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*