All they want is to see their best friends -- who hate each other beyond belief -- fall in love. So they put a bet on it. ⇢ some mature content so read at your own risk :)

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

"I am the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved." Layla Scott is on the run. She changes her name, chops off her long locks, and takes out all the money in her savings account to move across the world. Layla is doing whatever it takes to start over and she intends to never be found. But, a pesky neighbor proves that flying under the radar is harder than she had hoped. Harry Styles is trying to stay afloat. He works constantly to pay off debts and support his family, but finds himself instantly intrigued by the recluse that moves in next door during the dead of night. He makes it his personal mission to uncover the secrets Layla is hiding and undo the damage that has been done; even if she is determined to push him away. But, they'll both learn that sometimes, you have to save yourself. WARNING: Sexual, violent, and abusive content. Also subject to cuteness overload and feels.

In a rural area of Europe that you wouldn't be able to locate on a map, lies the European Espionage Institute (EEI) - a secluded facility containing the most intelligent and highly skilled young criminals in the making. Rochelle Costello has already been a criminal for a number of years. She can easily hit a moving target, hack into the most secret databases and disarm a bomb in under a minute. But she's not like the others; she's in the minority of those who like to use their skills for the greater good. However, when she somehow finds herself tangled up in the dark secrets of the EEI, she realises that perhaps there is no such thing as the greater good after all, and only inherent evil. *currently updating* ©lonelyari 2022

In which a mysterious newspaper floats around campus written by a person named "Cherry" giving strangely relatable advice, arrogant popular band-member Harry Styles opens his big stupid mouth once, and the shy and self-conscious Dodie is given even more reason to want to disappear altogether━until she comes up with a plan to simultaneously break his heart and get his help in becoming a smoking hot dateable babe (and realising in the process, after trials and tribulations, that she's been one all along) by pretending to be dating each other. What could possibly go wrong?

The fashion industry is a hard one to conquer and even harder to keep strapped between secure hands. Harry and Renleigh have worked all their lives to achieve something that only one of them could have: the top of the rank. But what happens when things get serious and one gives out? Who will be there for them to help pick up the pieces? Will it be enough? • • • Started: 28th October 2018 Finished: 27th August 2019 Fight for Control. © hesasnowflake

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

*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