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

❝Heavy is the head that wears the crown.❞ - Shakespeare, Henry IV [WARNING: This story contains explicit content such as sexual content, graphic violence and profanity. Read at your own risk] Winner of: | Mature Harry Styles Fanfiction (1st Place): The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018 | | Best Diverse Fanfiction (Winner): The Fanfiction Awards 2018 Best Harry Styles Fanfiction (Runner Up) Best Overall (Runner Up)| Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

Neighbors Charlie is a young girl with many dreams. She's lived in New York for almost all her life and has never been able to get out there and explore. Harry on the other hand is full of surprises. He loves going on adventures and exploring new things. He's also a well known boxer back home. His curiosity takes him to New York, where he meets Charlie. Together they take on many challenges and adventures. Being Neighbors just made everything much easier.

warning: strong sexual content & slow updates ©2016 // -vibes

It gets unholy, basically. [requests are open just message me]

Harry Styles, an algebra teacher, goes to great lengths to become close to his student; a doe-eyed beauty that goes by the name Everett.

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

She applied for the position of an assistant, not to babysit some arrogant pop star. "I'm a millionaire, baby, I can get away with anything. I practically have everyone wrapped around my pinky." Copyright © 2015-2017. All rights reserved.

"you were never going to chose me, were you harry? all those lies of leaving your wife, you just led me on." her voice cracked as tears streamed down her face. harry looked from his former lover to his wife who's jaw was clenched and lips were pressed together in a thin, tight line. she wasn't happy. "sorry, ma'am. i don't think i remember meeting you. you probably have the wrong guy," he looked at her apologetically, guilt showing clearly in his eyes. erin stood there with a satisfied smile and a devilish glint in her orbs as she watched the poor girl break right in front of her. "your right, harry. you are the wrong guy. i just can't believe it took me this long to realize it." she whispered. updates on weekends. -lowercase intended- | all rights reserved © 2016 | @harrysbabyyy cover done by: @amazani

"Princess," he said, breathlessly, distantly. It had taken me a few moments before I realized he was referring to me. His expectant gaze clouded my thoughts, and his slow steps closer echoed throughout the marble palace floors. Carefully, delicately, he took my hand, examining the gleaming ring on my finger before flickering his gaze back up to mine, a smile breaking across his features. "It really is you." -- a dark harry styles fanfiction --