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

"what do you want to do when you're older?" they asked her. she answered, "live."

"she's m-mine; my babygirl." or harry has a strange case of ocd and allie-rose is the first thing he allows himself to get attached to.

Have you ever met someone that took your breath away? The very sight of them was beautiful, and you just couldn't stand to be a second away from them? They were so far out of your league, but you just couldn't keep away? You wanted to do everything to please them and let them know they mean so much to you? That person to me was Summer Addison. We met by chance, and I fell in love. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I wanted to get to know her. The problem? She wasn't exactly who I thought she was. I'm Harry Styles, and this is my story of how I fell in love with royalty. ** For any translations, check my reading list **

She looked down at the contract in front of her, thinking of only one thing: She wanted to be with him, no matter what it took. "I'll sign it." *WARNING* - Contains many, many sex scenes, curse words, and BDSM relationship.

His fingers clench tightly around my cuffed wrists. "I don't know whether to murder you or fall in love with you," he whispers. I look into his iridescent green eyes. "Either way you'll cause me pain." **NOTE: story has been discontinued Atlantis94 All Rights Reserved © 2014 Cover art: @SeranadingHarry

a lonely girl, a lonely boy-superstar, one worse than the other; one day collide for the better and worse "Stop saying you aren't a saint, or that you can't do shit, because quite frankly people should call you the cure to depression." He paused looking at me, giving me the same look of regret before he spoke again. "On the other hand, I am depression- and you can't cure depression itself." ------- (( TRIGGER WARNING; if you are triggered easily by self-harm and or depression writings, do not read this book.))

"He had said that his love was bulletproof," I chuckled to myself. "Too bad he wasn't."