"..we were always taught to hate the dark, to be afraid of it.. but for some reason i've always found it so... comforting." "is that why you like me?" - in which a black girl from detroit, struggling with accepting her dark skin moves across the world to a small town in england. battling endlessly with racism and loneliness, she falls unexpectedly for an american exchange student. - an interracial harry styles fanfiction.

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

"You keep me up every night because of your stupid wall banging against mine," I roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you bang back?" He says with a smirk upon his face. "Oh never mind," he breaks into laughter. "You know what screw you," I snap and walk away from him. "In time babe. In time," he says.

Flower is somewhere around five months pregnant and life has been great. She's opened up her studio and everyone around her had been so supportive. She been balancing school, her studio, and mommy and me classes. Flower has been handling her pregnancy on her own for a while, but now daddy's home. Harry has acquired his business and conquered the publishing industry. He will be expanding to the US to come home to his beautiful girlfriend and ...baby? Harry is still at a disadvantage with Flowers pregnancy, so what will he do when he returns and finds out what she has been hiding. You'll find out when Daddy comes home when you read the story. Enjoy

"What do you say?" "Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy." ***read at your own risk, I wrote this when I was younger and it sucks***

"Aren't you afraid?" "Of what? Dying?" "Yes, exactly that." She took a moment to deliberately pick the right words in her mind because she knew he was going to ask why the moment after she answered, "No. Death is unavoidable, it's a part of life that is inescapable since birth. It's written in our very nature. The problem is that people spend too much time worrying about death and not living their lives to their fullest potential. We were born to both live and die and that seems to be forgotten somewhere along the way. I am not afraid of dying even though I could die at any given day at any given time because I'm making the most of my life and I know that something better awaits me when I go." [Edited!]

"daddy is the boss now, baby girl" the story of a modern-day romeo & juliet romance between the father of an international mob corporation and the precious baby girl of his mentor

All little Lana wanted was a lollipop. #freethekinks

Sequel to Masterpiece: She's trying to forget about him. He's trying to get her back.

Art is whatever we want it to be. It's definition malleable as it passes through person to person. The same can be said about aesthetics. As human beings, we are all different and find beauty in many things and what we define as beautiful differs from person to person, young and old, meek and bold. Art is equal to beauty, it is unique to the individual and special to those who can see the passion behind it. Carter shows her art by leaving indelible ink stains on people's skin, a mark that can never be erased: the mark of her masterpiece. Harry, on the other hand, spreads art wherever he goes with a simple gesture, kind words, and, of course, the ink on his skin. She's looking to make her mark. He's looking to win her heart. ©StylisticMoods2015 Edited and Revised August-September 2016