❝The moment I walked in to find Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British, my mind-blowing one night stand, as my photographer for the shoot that could change it all, I knew life was throwing me a curveball. The moment he, Harry Styles, walked into my best friend's apartment, I knew that curveball was heading straight for my gut.❞ © 2014

The prince was born in his mother's lavish rooms three days before I emerged on the dingy floor of the ale house. He's a royal . . . she isn't. But the secret friendship that began in childhood grows into something much deeper -- and much more dangerous. Harry Styles and original character. Rated Mature for graphic sexual content. Some chapters may have difficult content. Historical accuracy is dubious at best. Just having some sexy fun. trust the spark.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" I asked, my voice no longer loud, barely a whisper. "Why should I be?" He said, his voice equally as hushed now - yet it was clear that he remained furious. "I'm the prince in this kingdom. Everything I do is right." [I don't write conventional endings. If you're looking for fairytales it would be best to move on. Don't say I didn't warn you]

25 girls, coming from all around the world, are chosen to be part of The Selection, a competition where the winner gets to marry the Prince, and soon to be King, of Limia; Harry Styles. Madison Pearl, a Four, an artist, gets picked amongst millions to fight for Harry's heart. But will her recent break up and the sudden change of life style, going from almost poor to extremely rich, be too much for her to handle? Follow Mady's story as she competes to discover who she is and who owns her heart; Will it be Prince Harry, or Zayn Malik, her first love? Highest rankings: #1 for The Selection #1 for Harrystylesfanfic #1 for Alternate Universe #4 in Zayn Malik #4 for Prince stories #82 in One Direction ♠ Inspired from The Selection Book, by Kiera Cass. ♠ Note: This story was first meant to be a Harry version of The Selection book, but it ended up evolving into its own. All credits still due to Cass' amazing work. Rated 'R' by wattpad **CURRENTLY EDITING**

The world as we know does not exist anymore. After dealing with events that nearly destroyed the entire human race, people did everything they could to protect themselves against the harsh environment. Unfortunately, it came with a price. In the world where love is just a myth, can one person make any difference? No translations allowed!

Preston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza

Drifter - \ˈdrif-tər\ : A person who moves from place to place. They are but simple wanderers, for whatever reasons they have to be one. Only when they find a reason to stay, will they no longer be a Drifter. Her reason was Him Started: JUNE 2014 Finished: OCT 2014 WARNING: Explicit language, & Sexual scenes will occur in this story.

[COMPLETED] A story that started with a roadtrip in which lots of alcohol and sex was involved but ended with much more complicated things such as love. cover made by @dissolve

When seventeen year old Harry moves to a new town, he enters a photography contest where he gets more then just pictures and a story when he choses his complex neighbor as his subject. Started: OCT 2014 WARNING: explicit language, & sexual content

"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.