Harry and Kate are completely different people. Harry is 29, a professor at the University of Chicago, a bit closed off, and currently recovering from the death of his wife that took place the past autumn. Kate is 21, a transfer student, and dealing with life after being convicted of attempting to murder her previous boyfriend. The two meet under odd circumstances and get off on the wrong foot upon their meeting. It doesn't take them long to look past that though and begin an unofficial physical relationship that inevitably does not remain under those terms. These two worlds come together unexpectedly and clash in the beginning. They eventually learn to deal with each other's rocky past though and find a way to be accepting of the person they both have become since those incidents. Of course it's not quite that easy, though. This is a story of love, hate, and uncertainty all wrapped into one. Harry and Kate learn the hard way that you can run from your past, but you will never truly escape the darkness that follows you.

"Smoking kills but so does life, which death has a sweeter taste on the tongue?" x When an avid smoker and an overly considerate girl worlds collide, someone is bound to get burned. Published (Feb, 2019)

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

In which a quiet girl trying to get through her last year of high school by avoiding all conflict in her school and sitting in the back. She didn't expect a new math teacher who also became her new volleyball coach which made her plans to have a chill last year into chaos. #1 in Fanfiction

∙COMPLETED ∙ ❝Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for, ends up being the one behind the gun.❞ A supernatural Harry fanfic where he is the witch hunter, and she is the witch. [Mature content: read at your own risk] Winner of: |Harry Styles A.U. (1st Place) + Overall Winner (2nd Place): The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018| |All Other Bands: The Band Fiction Awards 2017| |Best Fanfiction Plot: The Fanfiction Awards 2017| |Best Harry Styles Interracial Fanfiction + Best Writing (Interracial): The Interracial Awards 2017| |Best Fanfiction Cast: The Winter Fanfiction Awards 2016| Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2016. ©

❝She was a stranger who became a mistake, but that mistake made him feel alive.❞ A book in which a boy tries to save a girl from drowning but ends up getting dragged down under. [Warning: mature content including drug use, sexual content and rape. Read at your own risk] Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

☆ Taking place in a dystopian future, Harry lives a secluded life with an affliction that he loathes and keeps him from sleeping at night. In order to survive the treacherous world he's forced into, his only choice is to suffer silently inside of his own mind... until he finally meets the one person he's dreamed of for his entire life and then everything changes completely. ☆ "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde ☆ Most impressive rankings // #1 in Science Fiction, #5 in Science Fantasy, #20 in Future, #24 in Dystopian and #145 in Harry Styles! ☆ Please read with discretion.

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.*