"What we had was a flame." [this story contains mature themes, read at your own risk]

❝ I let myself believe you'll come to love me as much as you loved you're wife ―I've never been so wrong. ❞ In which she falls in love with an self centered asshole who uses her for his own sexual pleasures. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 © -𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 | 2018

When 16 year old Lena Moore moves in with her rich asshole dad for the Summer, she starts to have a thing for 36 year old-Harry Styles,one of her father's co-workers. Will they be able to hide their interest for each other away from Mr.Moore? ⚠️ THIS STORY INVOLVES: ~age gap ~strong language ~violence ~sexual activities So if uncomfortable with any of the things listed , please don't read x

Blair is a trouble maker, acting out as a way to deal with her parents tragic marriage. Her sisters boyfriend, Harry Styles, seems to be the only one who can put up with her. As Blair gets to know him, she realises she's met her match. Reluctantly she falls in love with the toxic man, craving his touch and adoration. Warning: age gap, drug use, underage drinking, smut, and that's bout it.

All closed doors hide dark secrets. [Completed]

we fell out of love, too scared to admit it and too blind to see we've fallen for someone else

❝She was a stranger who became a mistake, but that mistake made him feel alive.❞ A book in which a boy tries to save a girl from drowning but ends up getting dragged down under. [Warning: mature content including drug use, sexual content and rape. Read at your own risk] Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

**** sequel to Note To Self. Paint my skin with yours, make me new. Make me beautiful, make me art. Make me whole. A runaway, some would say. New York City, big, noisy, and filled with so much opportunity one could get lost in it all. Harry finds himself sleeping in past noon in southern Manhattan when he escapes home in a desperate attempt to discover himself, and to get a true shot at love with a strawberry blonde that, sometimes, still wants nothing to do with him. In a sequel to Note To Self, Harry struggles to push himself into true adulthood after spending a lifetime never once being left to figure things out on his own. With sleepless nights from too much city light and noise, spending too much time indoors, he finds himself frozen in time when it becomes obvious he'd left home to pursue a future that doesn't exist in a big city. Pouring piping hot cups of espresso for tired NYU students and serving New York's most delicious blueberry muffins, he becomes complicit with merely existing alongside someone who, still, does not love him back, and eventually, even that isn't enough to make him feel whole. This is the story of how a stubborn, hotheaded green eyed girl learns to share, and how Harry learns it's okay to be selfish. "Maybe we'll grow, maybe we'll learn, and maybe it'll be okay, but it won't be home. Home is comfortable. We aren't here to be comfortable." Twitter // @hydratedharries Written: May 2019 - June 2020