When Clara visits her dad in California at his country club residence, she does not expect to fall in love with the popular country club employee, Harry Styles. Secrets are shared and unavoidable revenge causes Clara to take her recklessness to new levels. "I was pessimistic and reckless. He was dependable and constant; my unchanging beacon of light." Highest Ranking: #347 in Fanfiction

A volte mi chiedo come sarebbe stata la mia vita se non avessi fatto quel video. Avrei questo rapporto con mia madre? Avrei avuto la forza di affrontare ogni giorno a testa alta? Avrei trovato qualcuno che mi amasse davvero? Mi chiedo anche se magari sarei riuscita a coltivare la mia passione, se sarei mai riuscita a cantare davanti a qualcuno. Mi chiedo se mi sarei innamorata, ancora. Poi penso che io adesso sono qui, tra le tue braccia, dopo aver cantato davanti a migliaia di persone. Sono qui, dopo aver passato del tempo con la mia famiglia. Sono qui con te, a dirti tutto questo. Mi rendo conto che sono qui e che ti amo. Forse inviare quel video è stata la cosa migliore che potessi fare. *da revisionare Highest rank in fanfiction #16 (20.11.16) A Harry Styles fanfiction, 2015. Copyright all rights reserved to me @Vampire9817. Unauthorized use of this material without the permission of the author of the book, is strictly prohibited. Iniziata 16 giugno 2015 Completata 16 settembre 2016

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

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

"It just happens that we're staying in the same dorm." Chastity wants to find a roommate to stay with but she didn't expect that her unexpected roommate will bring her hatred, jealousy and probably even love. ~*~

"I kinda have no place to stay..." "The right side of the bed is yours." © ashtxning 2015 - cover by xBeautyRisesx

Just as things were starting to come together, everything slipped away. A tragic series of events forces Kate to learn her love story backward while it keeps moving forward. Styles Not Prince