❝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. ©

After Prince Harry's wife chose to take her own life on account of the Prince's thirst for power, and the mysterious disappearance of the Kings of Adwick, The Harvest was born. Each year, every young lady resident of the Kingdom of Adwick who was over the age of twenty-one was summoned to wear her finest attire to the dreaded event where he selected one of them and took her to his castle. The only price to pay, was for her to never be seen again. Harry Styles AU #9 in harrystyles | 08/02/19 #3 in hs | 02/22/2019 #12 in onedirection | 09/10/19

The year is 1987. Olivia has never been outside the borders of the small town of Oreland, PA. She's an awkward, inexperienced 16-year-old, who would rather keep to herself and her books than go out and socialize. But one day, her life is flipped upside down when she meets Harry Styles, a handsome young worker at the town's annual carnival that gives her first kiss. Even though they can only see each other for one week every year, the two quickly fall for each other. But is a good girl like Olivia ready to get mixed up with a bad boy like Harry? ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/r5u4z00ydG0

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

Raine never liked overconfident people, and Harry never liked judgemental ones. But when everything around them isn't what it seems to be, all they need is each other to make it out alive. • • • "Keep your eyes open thunderstorm, because everyone here has their own agenda and you might be interested in some of them." 18/04/20 #1 in harrystyles 6/11/19 #156 in fanfiction

The year is 1851. Times were different then. Simpler. And though life was indeed simpler, the people most certainly were not. Injustice, deception, abuse. All of these things were just as present in the nineteenth century as they are today. The only difference: people then rarely got caught.

DELIVERY, a 2016 WATTY Award winner, featured in Cosmo Magazine and as an Editors' Pick on Wattpad After Dark. http://www.cosmopolitan.com/a61599 Harry is a graduate student studying for his master's degree in business and buying into an expanding organic restaurant. With intense determination, he pursues a former professor who is ten years his senior. She has a violent past and a nasty ex-husband. Harry finds himself pulled into her battle to free herself from the past. Harry is prepared to fight for what he wants, and in this case, he wants Professor M. "For Harry, there was no turning back. The nerves were coiled in his belly, snaking through his bloodstream, pounding in his brain like an infection. Trepidation, however, would not end his quest for her. His physical need for Madelyn was nearly as overwhelming and the need to know her mind and envelop her essence. Whatever made her the woman she was, he craved it as though his hunger was insatiate. This wasn't a game or a dalliance for Harry. He was all in, feet first. Now he had to convince Madelyn to throw caution to the wind and jump with him."