"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!

harrystyles is now following you! [Ranked: #1 in fanfiction 10/24/2017❥] [NO TRANSLATES, please don't ask] ©okaharreh

Darci was a normal 15 year old girl, she loves One Direction and Ed Sheeran, but she absolutely despises her older sister Kymberlie. She's absolutely perfect and.. Well she's not. So what will happen after she brings home her new boyfriend? Let's find out...

Her lips were delicate and virtous, yet so nefarious, drawing him deeper into what he had already fell into. Her innocence was like an intoxicating drug to him, wanting nothing more but to feel the high of it all. His sinful ways were an addiction to her, wanting him to corrupt her ethical mind and send her into euphoria. Two divergent minds, had somehow integrated into a deviant and such a demurring narcotisation. [highest ranking - #46 in fanfiction]

Unknown number: I'm harry Styles Me: lol ur not harry styles

"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

It's been four years since Ivy ran from that town.

Harry never imagined of being a multimillionaire at the age of 24, but with his own business and new glamorous lifestyle he can't help but make the most of it. Chloe never imagined to be engaged at 23 to the love her life, but when her job at a small publishing house is taken away from her she finds herself at the door step of MODE When their paths cross again, even more trouble will rise for the teenage lovers. Find out as Harry Styles and Chloe Spencer return in His Girl.

Harry Styles and Chloe Spencer are two troublesome teenagers, who are very alike. They can't seem to meet eye to eye but when friendships are broken, hearts are hurt and betrayal is prominent these two are the triggers. "Why put on an act?" "To hide from the world." Secrets are kept, lust rules all, and can love truly mean anything? When everyone around them is falling can these two stay on top and survive together? Or will there effort to keep up the act ruin everything for them?