I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

☆ Taking place in a dystopian future, Harry lives a secluded life with an affliction that he loathes and keeps him from sleeping at night. In order to survive the treacherous world he's forced into, his only choice is to suffer silently inside of his own mind... until he finally meets the one person he's dreamed of for his entire life and then everything changes completely. ☆ "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde ☆ Most impressive rankings // #1 in Science Fiction, #5 in Science Fantasy, #20 in Future, #24 in Dystopian and #145 in Harry Styles! ☆ Please read with discretion.

"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

✔️ COMPLETE After her sister breaks both her legs in a climbing accident, Venus Sweeney has to step in as a model in her absence. Instead of spending her summer getting ready for her last year of veterinary school, she is now set to spend time in Italy with a painter who has a bad reputation, a permanent frown, and an immense talent. Forced in each other's company, neither think they could ever hate another person more. However, a whole month, Italian mountain air, summer, and art, might just be able to change their minds. Eventually. Enemies to Lovers AU Affectionately dubbed painter!harry🎨 © 2019 - 2020

Charlotte is a sort of star that never dies, she's a sunny sky with clouds that cry. Harry is a sort of flower that never fully blooms, he's the dark side of the moon.

It's hard to resist a bad boy who is a good man.

*Slow Editing* Aubrey, at 19 years young, just finished her first year in University and finally got the chance to visit her childhood best friend in London - Eleanor. During what she planned out to be just a short trip, obstacles appear, and change the plans she had. Harry, at 21 came back from studying in Oxford, to live back home in London for the summer. He, too, is a very close childhood friend to Eleanor. But little did Harry know that he would finally meet the love of his life - or shall we say re-meet. Will they remember each other? Will all those buried feelings arise once again? Or will they just continue on with their lives just as they were? .. "The moon is smiling at you." I couldn't help but smile widely at his words. He was right. The pearly moon was smiling, the stars were twinkling, and his love to me was infinitely sparkling. .. PM is in extensive slow editing. Brief plot change in the beginning, nothing major. .. Awards x 3: • Kiwi Styles Awards 2020 - 2nd Place into Semi-Finals • Have A Chance Contest 2017 - Third Place • 2017 Real Person Fiction Awards - Second Place Rankings: • #18 in Emotional | 24.06.2019 • #5 in Harry Styles Fanfic | 02.03.2019 • #17 in AU | 23.06.2019 • #3 in Liam | 22.05.2019

[COMPLETED] Nothing is louder than the silence between two lovers that aren't lovers anymore. *** Why am I running away from him ? He's the one that left. He's the one that never wanted to contact me ever again. If there's someone who shouldn't be here it's him. But I didn't have the courage to go back there and see his stupid pretty face again. *** story contains mature and explicit content *** STARTED JUNE 2021

A psychologist is handed the case of an alcoholic father who is concerned for his young daughter and her abnormal shyness. The four year old has been suffering social anxiety since her mother left. The child specialist is astounded by the love that bonds the two despite his seemingly cold and heartless way of treating others. So much so, she finds herself compelled to look further into their untold story, far beyond what is required of her. And in doing so, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. completed. warning: will contain mature content of various natures. all rights reserved to @derailedthoughts.

"Don't you think it was fate that we met?" I say as i run my hands through Cora's hair softly. Our eyes on the golden light as it twinkles back at us in the sunlight. Cora laughs a little under her breath before she turns her head to face me, her face doing the same as we lock eyes. "What do you mean?" She murmurs with a cheesy smile already knowing what i meant but just wanting me to say it out loud. I let out a deep breath as a smile appears on his lips, she knows what shes doing, but that doesn't stop me. "After everything we have been through, I think that was just our way of getting to eachother" i smiles as i lean in kissing Cora's forehead. "We are the art of fate, baby" A story of two people, who couldn't fight the fate. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @WATAMELONSUGAHI 1# HARRYSTYLESFANFIC 2# in Harrystyles 1# in softharry 2&3# in softharrystyles