They weren't expecting to fall in love. Their pasts prohibited it. Yet fate and the cold winter air had other plans. Opportunities will arise that will cause both to make the decision to either let love go or fight for what they want-- each other. [Harry Styles AU] All Rights Reserved © jhildey | 2013 || COMPLETED This story has nothing to do with the real Harry Styles. Like most AU stories, I used him as a character so you can picture "Harry" in your mind. This has nothing to do with the REAL Harry or One Direction.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

I never understood why he ripped his jeans. Don't trust a boy who rips his jeans. He somehow manages to rip up everything else, everything that matters anyway. He said that everybody and everything rips eventually, so why not speed up the process? I didn't know what to say. His mind was complex is ways I could never fathom. He said I was too pretty to rip up but he did it anyway. He did it anyway.

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

❝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. ©

After being in a long term relationship the past two years, and now newly single, Avriella is lost. She's used to depending on someone, but now starting college boyfriend-less she's focused on becoming her own person. She's determined to put all her time and energy into her studies so she's sworn off boys for the year, declaring that she's not about to let another one define her. Starting his third year in college Harry is doing the same thing he's done for the past three years: Partying, drinking, smoking, and taking a different girl home every weekend. He doesn't do relationships, and he's never had an interest in ever starting one. Although a small part of him craves something more, he's comfortable with his daily routine. And he wasn't going to start changing it for anyone. So what happens when these two polar opposites meet through a mutual friend and spend one drunken night together? Destruction, of course. *WARNING: Will contain explicit language along with a lot of mature content. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.*