Mia is 17. Mia's mom is 35. Harry is 23. Once Kendall picks Harry up at a local bar, she brings him home for her usual one night stand. The morning after, Mia finds Harry in the kitchen, and he immediately decides he wants to stick around and play the role of Daddy; but things ultimately take many twists and turns. People die, people live, and people come closer than ever and then split apart.

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

When Christina Greenwell reconnects with childhood best friend Niall Horan, she didn't expect 4 boys to be with him. Her life is flipped upside down when Harry Styles asks one simple thing of her; to be his 'fake' girlfriend. As their friendship grows, they realize how deep their true feelings run. What about the other girl? What about the rest of the guys? What about Christina when she finally voices her feelings? Sequel: Antidote ****In the middle of editing. Edited chapters have 'Edited --- 2025' at the bottom. I began writing this in 2012, so please keep that in mind. Lol #blackberry moments because iPhones weren't cool yet.

In which love helps us mend the broken pieces that the past had caused. Harry Styles fan fiction. All rights reserved to Paleharold copyright of 2014 fall. Completed.

BOOK 2 OF THE ANCHOR SERIES Waves makes for an unsteady sea, really. Depending on the wind and the pressure, waves either lay peacefully against the sand, its current slow and steady, or crash onto the shore. There's no way to predict which way the wind will blow, there's no way to know how strong the waves will be. When the wind blows hard, when the waves are aggressive, the only thing you can do is hold on and hope you'll be strong enough not to let go. Hope that although there's no way to predict how strong the waves will be, you'll always be stronger than them, hope that through everything, you won't drown. Waves, they come and they go, and sometimes, when they hit the shore, they destroy sandcastles.

He was everything she didn't want. She was everything he was trying to find. She didn't want his life. He wanted her in his life. She didn't want him. He wanted her. He would do everything in his willpower to have her near him. In the end, against her own will, her walls collapsed and she let him into her messed up and embellished world. All rights reserved to Paleharold Copyright of 2015

Being Spotted often implies a negative connotation or is associated with negative consequences, but when Clarissa Fray is Spotted by teenage heart throb Harry Styles, grabbing her attention is the last thing on his mind. All Rights Reserved to wishyouwerehes, 2014.©

she stole his journal, and he stole her heart. guess they're both thiefs, then. lowercase intended.