[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.

She was the anchor that kept him steady above the water. He was the anchor that made her sink. A story filled with ups and downs. An unsteady sea, really.

When a night out with friends is followed by a spontaneous almost-hookup, Emma finds herself in a bit of a situation as she comes to find out that the random guy at the bar is the best man at her sister's wedding.

The story of a ten hour flight in which Frances finds herself trapped next to the famous and obnoxious rock star Harry Styles. All rights reserved © Highest rank: #50 in FanFiction #17 in Short Story.

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

Harry Styles, one fifth of the world's most in-demand boyband, has all but given up looking for love and has, for the moment, resigned himself to enjoying his success and life alone. Then he meets Natasha. She is beautiful but such a closed book, more shut off than anyone he has ever met. She gives little away vocally but through her body language her personality screams a whole load of contradictions at him. She is an enigma, a code that he wants to break open and understand why there is something so very lonely about the beautiful girl who is so difficult to read. This is the simple love story of Harry and Natasha. Simple? Is Love Ever? **** Warning: Contains mature content. **** All Rights Reserved to LoveVincitOmnia 2015. Please don't copy or reproduce.

Selena is a twenty one year old girl living in the big apple with her best friend Chris. Both of them working for a company in the city of New York. The two of them being best friends since grade school moved to New York after graduating college. In the company they work for, Chris has the job as Co-Chairman of the Management Board, as Selena is the assistant to the CEO, Niall Horan. Though when you're company isn't highest in ranking someone else has to be signing the checks. Though Niall is CEO, he works in a building owned by the highest CEO and business man in New York. Harry Styles. Harry owns his own company and is in charge of it all. Self made millionaire and New York's most eligible bachelor. With all his business comes responsibility. He's intimidating, stubborn and those who don't personally know him would say he's unpleasant to be around and or work for. He never takes no for an answer and always gets his way. Though when he stumbles upon a brunette who doesn't seem to understand his kind of power, he found himself somewhere he never though he'd be.

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

He was everything she didn't want. She was everything he was trying to find. She didn't want his life. He wanted her in his life. She didn't want him. He wanted her. He would do everything in his willpower to have her near him. In the end, against her own will, her walls collapsed and she let him into her messed up and embellished world. All rights reserved to Paleharold Copyright of 2015