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

I was ripped out of my thinking and back to him. "Look." I said, sighing. "If you're gonna kill me... Just do it quick. Tell my mom and dad I loved them..." I said. WAIT! "Wait! Never mind. Don't tell my mom and dad that I loved them. Don't even come near them at all! If you hurt them, I'm gonna haunt you to death! Literally!" I threatened him. The guy chuckled again. "I told you. I'm not gonna hurt you." He said. "Then why the fuck are you in my house! In my bedroom! And you took a shower in my bathroom!" I exclaimed. "I.. I wanted to finally see you, again. You are my friend after all" He said, almost sad. "Whose your friend?!" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. I kept on talking without waiting for him to respond. "They can't possibly be in my house!!" I yelled. "It's you." He simply said. My eyes widen Jasmin's life is turned upside down when her supposed Friend, Alex comes back into her life. Everyone she knows will be in danger if she doesn't do as he saids. But what happens when she uncovers a little more than just Alex's hobby to 'hurt', maybe even 'kill'. She'll do her best to uncover the truth, while keeping Alex entertained with her friendship.

17 year old Jessamine Taylor has just recently moved to California after her parents both get job promotions. She's very excited to be moving to a new state. The only thing that catches her off guard is one of Hamminton High School's bad boys, Harry Styles. Something is different about this boy, and she wants to find out.

While the first couple of chapters here may initially seem like some of the same old stuff, trust me when I say that this story will go where no fan fiction has gone before. Harry/AU character: Harry is physically how we know him in the real world, but not a famous singer. He's a college student. Sherry: An outspoken nursing student attending the same college as Harry. Kate: Sherry's best friend. These characters are different from your average fanfiction. No one is dark or emotionally shut off, and no one is suffering from extreme self-esteem issues. They don't meet at a party, and Sherry isn't a clueless virgin. They're two normal people who meet and are thrust into an unusual situation after an unexpected tragedy. These kind of things could happen to anyone. Brace yourselves, it's going to be a bumpy ride! NOTE: Please be sure to follow me so that you have access to any private chapters. xoxo

Harry on the Prairie ~ A Harry Styles AU Fanfiction WATTYS 2016 WINNER in the category of HQ LOVE An excerpt published via COSMOPOLITAN online via September 14, 2016. *********** NOTICE: Mature/sexual content lies within these pages . . .you may experience feels in your nether-regions. *********** Harry Styles lives alone on his farm a few miles outside of Cider Creek. He's 20 years old and mighty handsome --too handsome to be keeping to himself as much as he does, but that's how he's always been. Harry was 18 when he bought his farmland. No parents, no wife, only him. He came into town on the rare occasion that he needed something from the mercantile, but that was it. No church on Sundays. He was polite if someone approached him, but it was obvious to everyone that Harry just wanted to be left alone. So after awhile, the townsfolk pretty much gave up trying to include him in anything. He lived his life in deliberate solitude. It was better this way. Then one day, a letter came for Harry in the post. The postmaster had to ride out and deliver it special, as Harry never got any mail, and as a result, never stopped by the post office to check like most people did...

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

*Sequel of The Styles Triplets* Life without Marcel has been hard for Alex, but she's finally getting her life back into control. Now living with Liam 5 years later, she's back to a happy life. But when Liam suggests to go back home and visit her friends, she runs into a familiar face...Edward. Now that he's out of jail, he wants to pick back up from where they started. Can Alex be reunited with Ed or will she stay with Liam, and forget everything they had?

The Styles boys and I used to be best friends when we were kids, but when we got into high school...things changed. Harry tried out for football and made it. He was the school's favorite. He has all the girls after him...even some guys. Marcel had always been nerdy, but he started to get teased. Then Edward...he felt left out of the group. Harry was popular and he and Marcel were not . So, he kind of went off on his own, started hanging out with different people. Now he thinks he's all cool. Marcel is the only one I kept in touch with. I wasn't popular enough to hang out with Harry and his gang, and Edward didn't want to hang out with us, so I stuck with Marcel. ***ANOTHER STORY WRITTEN SO LONG AGO***

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.