Katerina sees him in her dreams just about every night, but is he really just imaginary?

"You don't have to know someone to fall in love with them. You can fall in love with the way they talk to others, look at others. Hell, you don't even have to talk to them to fall in love with them. Sometimes, you just look at them, you look at how they smile and how they laugh and how their eyes have a sort of glow in them and suddenly you just know. It doesn't matter how long you've known them, or if you even know them at all. You just feel it. And you know. You're in love."

He's depressed and lonely. She's new and has a heart full of love to give to the boy that everyone ignores. [Sort of a sequel to Rain, it's the full story and not just Harry's journal entries.]

He's lost his best friend and his will to be happy. She's got a heart of gold with more than enough room for the boy everyone avoided.

Art is whatever we want it to be. It's definition malleable as it passes through person to person. The same can be said about aesthetics. As human beings, we are all different and find beauty in many things and what we define as beautiful differs from person to person, young and old, meek and bold. Art is equal to beauty, it is unique to the individual and special to those who can see the passion behind it. Carter shows her art by leaving indelible ink stains on people's skin, a mark that can never be erased: the mark of her masterpiece. Harry, on the other hand, spreads art wherever he goes with a simple gesture, kind words, and, of course, the ink on his skin. She's looking to make her mark. He's looking to win her heart. ©StylisticMoods2015 Edited and Revised August-September 2016

Sequel to Masterpiece: She's trying to forget about him. He's trying to get her back.

Harry's had a massive crush on Summer since he was nine and she was eight, ever since then he's been sending her love letters. [COMPLETED]

What happens when Payton tries to fit in with her room mates by going out. Payton soon finds herself in a situation with one of Las Vegas gangs. She's soon picked by the Harry styles forcing her to do whatever he pleases.

There is no way that I can escape this now; no way that I can possibly escape her and all that lies behind the darkness in her eyes. I've gone too far. Inexplicably, I have become entranced by everything that she is, especially the red that we share. She is like the moon: haunting, beautiful, and so far out of reach. I have walked her through the gates of hell and, still, she has made no attempt to turn back. She likes to push my buttons, to put me on edge in an attempt to feel the red that resides within her. She is dangerous, but I cannot pull myself away from her gravity. *WARNING: Contains mature content, swearing, violence, death, and possible trigger warnings.

It's been 14 years since I last spoke a single word. 14 years of silence. The doctors told me I would never speak again. But even if I could speak Harry Styles would have rendered me speechless.