❝Heavy is the head that wears the crown.❞ - Shakespeare, Henry IV [WARNING: This story contains explicit content such as sexual content, graphic violence and profanity. Read at your own risk] Winner of: | Mature Harry Styles Fanfiction (1st Place): The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018 | | Best Diverse Fanfiction (Winner): The Fanfiction Awards 2018 Best Harry Styles Fanfiction (Runner Up) Best Overall (Runner Up)| Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

The war is over, but it's not over for Harry. His experience haunts him relentlessly and he's changed more than he ever thought possible. In his mind, it's hopeless to think about getting better, but what happens when his friends drag him to a show featuring an American singer named Lola Simmons? What happens when their worlds collide and she changes his life for the better? What happens when he unintentionally triggers a change in her too? *Idea and cover credit to the lovely @hope_moore !*

Hollendale has always been divided into North and South regions. North Hollendale is full of the successful residents with money essentially overflowing their bank accounts, living lives those in the South region can only dream of. Most of those residing in South Hollendale can hardly scrape up enough to pay rent for their run-down apartments and gas to get to their jobs that gave them the few dollars they have. But soon, the lives of four unlike men overlap in ways none of them could imagine; fragments of North and South merge in a way no one in Hollendale would have previously predicted: wildly yet somehow, perfectly. Hollendale is eventually taken by tumultuous storm, causing widespread bewilderment and gossip in everyone throughout the town, regardless of status. (copyright © snakesostm, 2017-)

(complete) And he was so eager to be her hero that he forgot to be his own, because loving Natalie Beck is the strongest act of self-destruction Harry'd ever known. (Original fanfiction version) © 2015 polaroidlou

"Princess," he said, breathlessly, distantly. It had taken me a few moments before I realized he was referring to me. His expectant gaze clouded my thoughts, and his slow steps closer echoed throughout the marble palace floors. Carefully, delicately, he took my hand, examining the gleaming ring on my finger before flickering his gaze back up to mine, a smile breaking across his features. "It really is you." -- a dark harry styles fanfiction --

Their love was like the Titanic, it sank. © 2013 unrepulsive