You should be scared. You should be terrified, and deep down you know it. But when you think about it, the devil is an angel. And angels are meant to protect. Right? || A Harry Styles Fanfic || AU || Reader's POV || Rated M for possible future chapters

She wore her collection of sins on her skin.

BOOK I They can't be killed; they know too much. In a dystopian society where perfection is critical, a specific Ultramarine women is locked up in an attempt to reveal her hidden and dangerous knowledge. With caution, she does. But only in the hopes of regaining her freedom. h.s. au ____________________ Highest rank: #6 in Science Fiction Original publishing: March 25, 2015 Fixed republishing: August 1, 2015 Republishing: November 1, 2015 Finished publishing: May 1, 2016 Unpublished: November 4, 2016 Sneak Peek published: March 25, 2017 COMPLETELY REWRITTEN + republished: August 12, 2017 © exposures 2015-2017

Is it cheating if it's the same man but different personalities. Date started: 2/04/17 Date finished: never lmao sucks to suck

Violet falls infatuated with a man by the stage name of Styles. He wears black jeans and battered boots always, rotating between t-shirts and frilly shirts. He has the unsteadiest of hands, for he puts everything he has into hitting the high notes and less into breathing. He is the embodiment of everything a singer should be; beautiful, captivating. Within the walls of his home, away from Club 102, Harry struggles to get by. He is broken, all shaky hands and fingertips stained blue from too many nights spent in the shower, clutching at soaked denim. He is but the shadow of a man that used to be, and never would be again. Violet falls in love with a man by the name of Harry Styles. It is undeniable; he loves her. But it isn't enough. Cover by: @milkystyles

The world is different now; ruled by four different reigns. Harry Styles, the ruthless king of Serentile, captivating green eyes, tousled dark hair, said to have no capability to love, wields absolute authority. Melody, soon to be queen of Ellenia, the most exquisite woman you'd ever lay eyes on; brave, adamant and determined to put her people's needs above her own, never mind the circumstances. Never in her life has she considered their paths meeting a possibility, seeing they were different in every way. However, when war breaks out, the ground becoming greasy with gore, everything turning into a maze of destruction - that sentiment is rendered short lived. Cover by @JonasKryptonite

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...

21th August. The day I finished being human and started being alive. | © all rights reserved | @nocontrolsyndrome |

In which a foolish young man learns his lesson by racing against time to save his humanity and quite possibly finds a little love along the way. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• With waters sweet touch, I trade my legs for a tail. No longer a man who walks But a creature of the sea. The spell shall break By one way only, Or forever I should be lonely. The one with the ring Is whom I shall find For only they can break A curse such as mine. On a full moons night At a cove made of crystal. The sacred pool that shines so bright, These words shall be repeated that night. With waters sweet touch, The curse will reverse Humanity I will gain, If done by my 21st year Or a creature of the sea I will forever remain. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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