It's been an age since i stumbled into him in that hallway. I had forgotten how small this world could be. I had picked myself up off the floor and made myself get better. I thought I was better. I gotta get better.

The SEQUEL to Out of the Ordinary and A Love Like Ours We shouldn't have met. That much was obvious right from the beginning. He had his world, and I had mine. Our paths weren't meant to intersect. But they had. And they hadn't just crossed--they'd collided. And there was no going back after that. Because our love... it was never ordinary. It was always more, never less. It was always there, even when we weren't together. But we're together now. For good. Because the way we feel has never been normal. And that's exactly the way we like it. (Beautiful cover made by my very good friend @lost-inwonderlvnd)

An Irresistible/Infamous Tie-In OneShot. This is a little insight in the Harry and Mia's (possible) future and I just couldn't keep it from you. It's the Academy Awards in the US tonight and it's my favorite night is the year so this is a special one. I hope you enjoy. All the love, C. (Cover edit by me and I'm very proud of it so I hope you're impressed. Love you guys.)

A companion book. Harry's POV of the Irresistible series. Get a closer look at Mia and Harry's story. Highest Ranking: #14 FanFicRomance (Feb 26, 2019) ***PRIVATE chapters. Follow me to read them. ***MATURE content... Yep, the fun stuff.

"Harry, I'm going to catch that damn bouquet." The curls in his hair bounced as he turned my way. A dimple formed on his cheek while he smirked. That slight, mischievous twinkle shined through in his green eyes. "I'm going to catch that bouquet and I'm going to marry the man of my dreams." He chuckled. "You might need a boyfriend first love." Just hearing him say boyfriend made my stomach do flip flops and the beat of my heart become irregular. "Oh I'll get a boyfriend. I just gotta catch that bouquet. Watch me Styles." I caught the bouquet, but when I turned around to look for Harry at the table I found his arm slung around his girlfriend and their lips attached in feverish passion. All of my excitement faded away. -x- She was hopelessly in love with her best friend who just so happened to have the sweetest girlfriend. Harry Styles Fanfic

"This isn't exactly... a normal arrangement." He pauses as I begin taking another sip of water. A drop somehow misses my mouth and captures his attention. The drop makes its way down my chin... and neck... and then its way down my chest as his eyes follow it. I can tell he's looking at it. I wipe it with my finger as if I were self-conscious about it, but honestly... something about the whole ordeal felt incredibly sexy.

Harry Styles used to be the biggest icon in pop music, and an even bigger entrepreneur. But a twist of fate took his life, his career, and his future, and smashed it into 100 million pieces. What happens when Harry moves back to his childhood home to try and salvage what's left of his manhood? The story inspiration: he stood up out of bed, it was as high as he could get. but the limit was the sky, way back when he was a kid. but now he's hooked on the casino 'cause it's always an open window that keeps the wind in his sails while everything in life just fails. he used to be a swan but now that bird is long gone flown from a property with no equity so he buys the sunday paper he likes to read wedding announcements is he the son of a doctor well if so, i bet that choice pleased her father its not the sanctity of vows, nor the white picket fence house-- it's the inenvitable parting the ending of the dream starting. the medication he's on keeps him moving along but he's still afraid to sing afraid that he will be seen and look like a fool like he did at thirty two. when she finally told the truth: "i found someone new" and you may think it is pathetic sadness must be genetic but if someone shot you through your window yeah you may live to feel the wind blow but will you be able to stand up? walk around and throw your hands up? and if those bullets fly again what the hell will you do then? yeah, what the hell will you do then?

*MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.* Harry Styles lives the bad boy life of a popstar; women throw themselves at him, and he's become accustomed to satiating his animalistic urges whenever he feels like it. But somewhere along the line, Harry has become tied to his sexual needs. His relationships with his bandmates, his family, and his friends have begun to suffer while he becomes more and more successful and more and more void of human emotions. One day after launching his massive solo career, his former bandmates stage a coup and stick him in therapy for being a nymphomaniac. Will this knock some sense into him and get him to change his ways -- or will his life continue to spiral out of control? -- Note: This may sound like a smut-laden fic void of substance -- but it's not that. The beginning is a little typical of that, but it is actually a bit of a love story that deals with difficult topics with difficult people and situations. The entertainment business is full of a lot of messiness, and I wanted to play with how difficult "dancing with the devil" can be for a lot of young artists. Not everyone survives unscathed.

"She's compromising her own personal beliefs and morals, putting her heart on the line just because he asked her to. She feels slightly sick at her stomach when she thinks about it, so she takes a page from his book and tries not to. But trying not to think of Harry Styles is like trying not to breathe." -- Set in Los Angeles, Harry Styles and Eleanor Baker are the hottest couple in the Hollywood social scene, and their wedding is fast approaching Event of the Year status. Eleanor, headstrong and domineering, is not just planning her wedding, she's choreographing it - and Harry seems to simply be along for the ride, as is Eleanor's assistant Olivia, who after accepting the job, wonders if slavery somehow became legal without her realizing it. A Lolita wedding planner, a flakey assistant, and one bridezilla converge together to bring Olivia and Harry closer - and Harry begins to wonder... is this really all that's left for him? A ring and a promise of forever with Eleanor, or does he dare to dream of something more?

He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintings. No one would ever understand how much he loved to paint. And then, one night, a new sort of addiction walked into his life. One that would be more detrimental than any before, and yet none had seemed quite so captivating. highest ranking- #82 in fanfiction trailer by @sweetophelias all rights reserved to @derailedthoughts