Although she wouldn't like to admit it, Isabel Allen can be selfish, argumentative, and more than a little insecure. When she and the moody, tattooed and positively infuriating Harry Styles are forced to work together at a bowling alley three days a week, Isabel thinks she's living in her own personal hell. But time changes more than just the seasons, and one year is a long time to work out not only each other, but yourself, too. A story about messy hair, heavy drinking, marathons, film trivia and being okay. (This story isn't mine, all credit to oxegenstyles!)

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

in which an overweight young woman in an abusive relationship wants to piece her life back together before her mental and physical health come crashing down. [highest ranking: #11 in fanfiction] [Winter Fanfiction Awards Winner 2016!] [cover made by @ashtxning] All Rights Reserved © juliawrites [GET AFFORDABLE HARRY MERCH: https://styles-merch.com?ref=28styles-merch.com/?ref=28 ]

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

At sixteen, every person on earth is destined to get a tattoo on each arm: one that matches their soulmate and one that matches their worst enemy. The day Harry's name shows up on Cleo's arm, she knows straightaway that he's her worst enemy. He's been her nemesis for as long as she could remember and the same goes for him. Besides, he has another name on his arm whom he's sure is his soulmate even though he hasn't met her. And yet everyone else is convinced that Cleo and Harry are soulmates. After spending years convincing people that they aren't soulmates, Cleo suddenly decides that maybe it's not a bad idea if everyone thinks that they are. And surprisingly, Harry agrees with her. a soulmate au with enemies pretending to date