"You may be able to boss me around getting you your fucking coffees and making your appointments at work everyday." Harry began in a low voice, grabbing a fistful of my hair, bringing my head back against his broad shoulder as my body quivered before him. "But here," He continued, lips grazing against the shell of my ear as he pressed me further down onto my bed, uttering one last sentence that made chills run across my spine in the best way as his grip around my curls tightened. "You answer to me."

All Harry wanted was to get over his best friend's girl. All Nova wanted was to get over her traumatic past. So, they made a deal. But, this deal may end up being a bit more than they bargained for. WARNING: Sexually graphic. Themes of violence, drugs, and alcohol. May be subject to feels. *Gigi is only a face claim. You can picture whomever you want.*

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.

Harry reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. The tender gesture was followed by his soft lips brushing against mine. "You alright, Angel?" I smiled sleepily, his familiar husky voice soothing the residual anxiety from my bad dream. Harry frowned. "Sasha?" "I'm alright." I shuffled closer to him under the duvet. "Do you ever wonder if things have been going too well? I'm scared we are getting too comfortable and -" "Baby, stop waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Everything is perfect." Harry spoke with such authority, as if because he said the words, they would be true. Maybe he truly believed it. But I knew better. Happiness didn't come without sacrifice or heartache and I wasn't waiting for something bad to happen - I was preparing for it because it was inevitable. I could only hope that unlike my nightmares, Harry and I would weather whatever storm blew our way. Sequel to Pure Feeling.

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)

He commanded the room the moment he entered it. He walked with a long stride and his shoulders square and all eyes, male or female, were drawn to him. There was no mistaking who he was as he crossed the reception area and entered the office where I was sitting with my boss. My knees trembled as I rose to my feet and extended my hand as Aggie introduced us, "Mr Styles, this is my best designer, Sasha Ginsberg. She will be at your disposal throughout your remodel." He shook my hand with a firm grip and I couldn't decipher the expression on his face as he dragged his eyes up my body. Was it animosity radiating from him, or sexual tension? I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to find out. AU where Harry owns a multibillion dollar corporation.

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

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)

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

in·fat·u·a·tion noun an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something. in which two infatuations become something more, all while battling to stay alive through the suffering of it all. [Highest Ranking: #12 in Fanfiction]