!ATENÇÃO! A paper plane foi escrita em 2015, a minha escrita não era a melhor na altura, mas mantenho a história aqui na mesma! Se não quiser ler, por favor vá em frente e procure outra história. Aqui não é espaço para largar ódio gratuito. "Oh deus, eu peço imensa desculpa." a rapariga desculpou-se depois de entornar um copo de água em cima de mim. "Estás desculpada." ela olhou para mim de olhos arregalados. "Oh deus." ri. Ela curvou-se. "Vossa majestade." ela olhou para mim, sorrindo. Baixei-me para apanhar o copo e entreguei-lhe. A sua mão foi ao encontro da minha e olhei para a sua tatuagem. Um avião de papel. Iniciou a 3 de julho de 2015 Acabou a 30 de março de 2016 •Plágio é crime, se vires alguma história igual/idêntica por favor avisa-me. melhor posição: 1 em ficção de fãs 24/12/2015 Copyright, © 2015 Searchles, Inc. All rights reserved. TayStyles1989

"Harry, what does...Harry mean?" "Um...army something," There is a long pause, "Ruler...Army ruler."

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

When Audrey's parents leave to the U.K for an undercover investigation. Her parents decide she will need to be in good hands. So what better way to leave her with the best secret agent in the business to watch over her. Harry is a wise guy but with drop dead looks, he can have any girl with a snap of a finger. But as Harry and Audrey spend more time together they start having a connection towards each other. Audrey knows he has a dark past that Harry's not willing to share with anyone but is Audrey like everyone else to Harry? Find out

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

A story about Harry set in a post-apocalyptic world, trying to find his way back home.

They weren't expecting to fall in love. Their pasts prohibited it. Yet fate and the cold winter air had other plans. Opportunities will arise that will cause both to make the decision to either let love go or fight for what they want-- each other. [Harry Styles AU] All Rights Reserved © jhildey | 2013 || COMPLETED This story has nothing to do with the real Harry Styles. Like most AU stories, I used him as a character so you can picture "Harry" in your mind. This has nothing to do with the REAL Harry or One Direction.

"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."

A Harry Styles fanfiction. Harry Styles was different than most self-proclaimed players. The first clue was that he was, indeed, self-proclaimed; he didn't need others to point anything out for him. But, instead of fighting the very existence of love until his limbs were tired, he welcomed it. In fact, he'd always wanted it. So when Harry meets Ella Mason the first day of his sophomore year in college, it doesn't take long to know she's the one he had always been waiting for. After all, just months before, he'd said goodbye to his old ways. It was perfect timing. Or was it? ❝You're my safe place, baby. You're my haven.❞ © Amanda V. Montgomery Warning: Contains Mature Content.

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.