There's three things you should know about Harry: 1. When we were in ninth grade his biggest aspiration in life was to start a punk ukulele band. 2. Once I made him a bracelet with plastic beads that didn't have a pattern in the slightest, and he wore it for years until the pink string holding it together couldn't take any more wear and tear. 3. He's been my neighbor for more than half my life, and that hasn't changed now that we're in college. There's three things you should know about me: 1. I'm banned from the putt putt golf course in my hometown... but that's actually Harry's fault. 2. I'm not a fan of math, but I'm good at it, which has turned into a constant battle in my head. 3. I'm not about to fall in love with my best friend. I'm not.

What happens when you email Harry Styles for relationship advice...and he responds? Highest Ranking- #9 in Fanfiction

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

"I'm here, I'm yours" he said " I love you, all you have to do is let me " I stare at him, " it's not that easy , you can't just stand there and tell me to accept your love" he stares into my blue eyes Copyright 2018/2021. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed with out express prior written permission of copyright holder, for permission, contact @addictmuke on wattpad.com

❝i always wanted to live under water.❞ he hated life. so did she. they ran into each other, and ended their lives together. [caution: may cause tears]

❝I'm not good for you.❞ ❝You're perfect for me.❞ ❝Staying with me could get you killed.❞ ❝And I wouldn't regret a single thing.❞ copyright © 2014-2015 harrystmh

maybe he can help me touch.

[COMPLETED] * currently editing asset • noun a useful or valuable thing or person. A sociopath mafia member who is far too good at his job, and a girl who never wanted to be a part of it, but somehow always would be. ©lonelyari 2020

I am not defined by my disorders or flaws, but how I have survived and conquered.

"Oh, Wilma?" I called silently into the dark room. I squint through the darkness to see my extremely hot and very willing date for the evening already in bed waiting for me. "How the fuck did you get in here so fast?" I whisper while clumsily pulling off my Fred Flintstone costume. I slowly pull back the blanket and crawl into bed, wrapping my arms around her. "I can make your bed rock." I seductively whisper into her ear and start to kiss her neck. I feel her body stiffen under me before I'm suddenly elbowed square in the nose and knocked off the bed. "WHAT THE?! Who the fuck are you?!" A girl who is most definitely not my date screeches as she turns on her bedside lamp. "Oh shit. Wrong bed."