"What was it like dating One Direction's Harry Styles for nearly two years?" Flash. Click. Flash. "I don't really want to talk about it. I'm sure there's a dozen other questions in that little book of yours that you could ask me." "It's been months and the world just wants to know... what happened? Nearly two years in a relationship only for it to end out of nowhere?" "People change their minds sometimes."

The story of a road trip where Frances and Harry reconnect after eight months of the flight they shared together. (Sequel of The Flight series) Highest rank: #22 in FanFiction

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

The contract that once bid them together was now torn to shreds and now everything is becoming surreal for the both of them. Can they handle it?

"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

[ COMPLETED ] Neither of them knew one night could change everything. ✼ ✼ ✼ For mature audiences only. Story contains sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! COPYRIGHT © 2015, stylescloud All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal my story!

Dear Nev And Max, There's this girl. Her name is.. well, that's the thing. I don't know her name. We met on Tumblr, her pen name being ssweet-dispositionn. Tumblr Girl, which is the nickname I've given her until further notice, claimed that she had feelings for me since Day One. Me, being the delusional, sappy romantic fangirl that I am, admitted my feelings back. To cut to the chase, I've tried reaching out to her by Skype and SnapChat, but there's always a lame excuse given on her part as to why we can't. Anyways, Nev, Max, will you help me find my Catfish? Sincerely, Camila Cabello P.S.: I'm only seventeen, by the way. Is that bad? [Brazilian Translation by @jaurestrabao, Brazilian Jerrie Version by @neverlannds and Italian Translation by @Njallfood]

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.