Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

2014 Watty Award Winner rose does not like harry. and harry does not like rose. but perhaps the looming threat of a ruthless mastermind and a shady corporate conspiracy can change that for them. because to her, he was like the moon-part of him was always hidden. cover art by @hotteas BY SEASIDESTYLES(I DO NOT OWN THIS BOOK) ORIGINAL COPY.

Harry, captain of the football team, hasn't focused on anything but school and football. No girl has ever caught his eye, but he has girls drooling over him. But when he attends a party for the first time in years, he stumbles upon a drunk girl with bright blue eyes. Olivia, captain of the volleyball team, has had anything but luck with men. But at a party she was enjoying with her friends, she drank too much. She found an empty room to attempt to get sober, and unintentionally meets a man who every girl wants but can't have. When the two worlds collide, what happens when feelings begin to develop between two very unlikely people?

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

BEST RANKINGS: #1 - onedirection #1 - harrystyles 2x #1 - harryfanfic #1 - harrystylesashimself 2x #1 - onedirectionasthemselves #1 - harryedwardstyles #1 - alexandradaddario One-night stands were atypical for her, but habitual for him. Music was a passion they shared in different forms. She was taking a break from love. He had never loved anyone before. The night their paths crossed changed their lives forever. He would mend a soul battered by great loss. She would teach a man what real love feels like. Both hold the power to shatter each other's hearts. Music will mark every single step of their journey.

"Does he make you feel good like I do?" "Harry s-stop, we need to stop," "Does he know that you like having your thighs rubbed like this?" The span of his hand found their way under my dress, onto my thighs, moving in circular motions. "I'm engaged Harry," He ignored what I said, his hands still on my thighs, "tell me darling, can he f.uck you like I can?" My breath hitched and my eyes fluttered as his fingers made their way to the band of my panties, "No. He can't, only you can Harry, only you." *will contain sexual content, inappropriate language and may contain kink and BDSM*

{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

|✓Completed.| |Mature Content(18+).| ❝ he may own an expensive camera but he's my favourite photograph ❞ Started // 16.03.18 Finished // 5.10.19 @ 123K Trailer // 04.06.20 by @-hopperstyles Book 2 // Poetic Polaroids Achievements : #1 in "harrystylesfanfic" - 18.03.19 #8 in "ceoharry" - 18.03.19 #1 in "harrystyles" - 25.08.20 All rights reserved Copyright © 2018 [[Word Count : 100 000 - 150 000]]