Violet falls infatuated with a man by the stage name of Styles. He wears black jeans and battered boots always, rotating between t-shirts and frilly shirts. He has the unsteadiest of hands, for he puts everything he has into hitting the high notes and less into breathing. He is the embodiment of everything a singer should be; beautiful, captivating. Within the walls of his home, away from Club 102, Harry struggles to get by. He is broken, all shaky hands and fingertips stained blue from too many nights spent in the shower, clutching at soaked denim. He is but the shadow of a man that used to be, and never would be again. Violet falls in love with a man by the name of Harry Styles. It is undeniable; he loves her. But it isn't enough. Cover by: @milkystyles

The SEQUEL to Out of the Ordinary and A Love Like Ours We shouldn't have met. That much was obvious right from the beginning. He had his world, and I had mine. Our paths weren't meant to intersect. But they had. And they hadn't just crossed--they'd collided. And there was no going back after that. Because our love... it was never ordinary. It was always more, never less. It was always there, even when we weren't together. But we're together now. For good. Because the way we feel has never been normal. And that's exactly the way we like it. (Beautiful cover made by my very good friend @lost-inwonderlvnd)

After being in a long term relationship the past two years, and now newly single, Avriella is lost. She's used to depending on someone, but now starting college boyfriend-less she's focused on becoming her own person. She's determined to put all her time and energy into her studies so she's sworn off boys for the year, declaring that she's not about to let another one define her. Starting his third year in college Harry is doing the same thing he's done for the past three years: Partying, drinking, smoking, and taking a different girl home every weekend. He doesn't do relationships, and he's never had an interest in ever starting one. Although a small part of him craves something more, he's comfortable with his daily routine. And he wasn't going to start changing it for anyone. So what happens when these two polar opposites meet through a mutual friend and spend one drunken night together? Destruction, of course. *WARNING: Will contain explicit language along with a lot of mature content. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.*

He was extraordinary, despite his reassurances that he wasn't. His circumstances were extraordinary, he would say, but I knew better. He let me in far enough to know better. And there was no going back now. The odds were against us from the beginning. They would have had us not meet that day. And not reconnect afterwards. And not continue talking after that. But we didn't work within confines. Because nothing about us was normal. And that was the way we liked it. (Beautiful cover made by: @jessxcaann)

The SEQUEL to Out of the Ordinary She was extraordinary, and she didn't even know it. But I did. I'd known it from that very first day. From the moment she'd smiled at me, and become the axis of my world. And I planned to never let her forget it. She had other plans, though. For herself, and for me. She needed time, she'd said. Time and space. I'd obliged, I'd waited. But that time was up, and I was still waiting. Still ready. Because nothing about a love like ours was normal. And that was the way we liked it. (Beautiful cover made by my very good friend @lost-inwonderlvnd)

"Tell me," he whispered lightly stroking my back. "Please don't marry her..." my words barely audible. He pulls me away from his embrace so he could look at me directly in the eyes, "What?" There was another pause before I said the words I've needed to say. "I love you." And with those three words, both our worlds came crashing down. 11/28/17: #270 in fanfiction Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy x. -s © 2024, narrygoals Sage Helene. All rights reserved. This work contains material protected under international and federal copyright laws and treaties. Any authorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

* * Sequel to His Hostage: Don't read if you haven't read book 1! * * Now that Zayn's locked up and the media is dying down, Emmeline and Harry are given a fresh new start. With both attending the same college and the new friendship and growing romance between the two, it seems like everything is finally falling into place. But nothing comes easy. Things might seem perfect, but they're actually far from it. The kidnapping had an affect on Emmeline more then she's willing to admit to herself, and she's- traumatized. She's struggling to get past what happened and Harry is also facing his own demons. He's got a secret of his own and he's unable to stop blaming himself when he sees how much his choices had left Emmeline scarred. He can't take back what he did or what he said to her but he's willing to try and help her get through it, hoping to not only heal her but himself as well. Yet he's thrown through a loop and more stress is added to his plate when shitty parents try to pry through his and Emmeline's life. Oh, and it only gets worse when an old best friend comes back into Em's life, making it clear to Harry that he wants her and is willing to fight him to the brink if it means gaining her affection. Nothing about their relationship has ever been simple but they survived a hostage situation and near death experience. Surely they can handle a few more bumps along the way before they get their happy ending... Right?

[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the wind, ready to blow out the flame to keep him from finding out everything she was afraid of. Copyright © 2015-2017 saltea_ All Rights Reserved [Cover Made By: Myself]

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.