Harry Styles was always labeled as the obedient, well-behaved child. Graduated Secondary School with straight A's, now halfway through Uni without so much as an inhale of weed or a drop of alcohol. He thinks it will stay the same, that is, until Niall Horan comes along. Pierced lip and blonde-dyed hair, ink-stained skin that looks tantalizing with his pale complexion. The cigarette smoke that embeds his jean jacket taunts Harry every time the smell reaches his nose, and he can't help but crave the blue-eyed boy and the threat that comes with him. © All Right Reserved 2015

Niall and Harry, sweethearts since high school and now they're married. A true love story right? Well, it doesn't really end there. Nial still wants to study at University after they got married and Harry, being the smart one who graduated university early, got a job as a professor at the same university. They just didn't expect Harry to teach Niall's class. Their journey doesn't end there, with Harry suddenly being his professor and Niall getting pregnant, it's gonna be one hell of a ride.

Nathen Dawson is so in love with his girlfriend, Tracy. The two of them are as happy as any couple can be, and there is literally nothing that can get in the way of their love. Well....at least that's what Nathen thought. That's what he thought until someone who has been there for him his entire life starts to end up in the picture. That someone is none other than his best friend, Trevor. Confused and trapped in a serious love-triangle, Nathen begins to hide much more from his girlfriend. What his girlfriend doesn't know....is that he's also in love with his best friend. His male best friend. (boyxboy)

Everyone knows of Harry's love for cats. He has one of his very own named Nialler, a blondish-brown Siamese cat with blue eyes. He adores his kitty and Nialler is completely in love with Harry, smitten with his owner. One night, one wish, and a suddenly human Niall turns Harry's life upside down. This story belongs to me. © All Right Reserved 2013

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

That stupid, stupid kiss. Why did I have to say anything at all? Why couldn't I have waited a few more minutes? Why did he have to turn his head? Yeah, my name's Harry Styles and I just kissed my best mate on stage in front of thousands of screaming girls with thousands of high speed cameras. And I liked it. DISCLAIMER! All Ideas in this story except for the names and appearances of the characters are mine! This story is copyrighted, meaning I do not allow for any translations, spin offs, or copying. Thanks for understanding.

Niall Horan was the perfect target for bullying. He was the happiest, most oblivious kid anyone had known. Niall didn't believe in bad, or evil. He didn't like swearing, horror movies, or when someone raised their voice. He was known as Innocent. What happens when Harry Styles finds Niall black and blue one day in the toilets? Harry swears he'll protect him, but how much can life throw at them before they can finally be happy? (new description)

Businessman Harry Styles calls upon a sex hot line to get through his lonely nights. What starts off as a pure sexual service soon turns emotional when Harry begins to make calls just to talk to 'Lucky'. [1st Place Popular Narry (Bromance Awards 2015)]

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.