Melody is a struggling writer working toward a degree. By chance, she is reacquainted with Harry, a boy from middle school whose life has shifted drastically. Instead of the kind, quiet child he once was, Harry has grown into a life of violence, pain, and crime as an underground boxer. In a search for inspiration, Melody invites herself into his life. What results, however, is far more real than the words she puts on paper. *Sequel now posted!* Cover by @adashofniallandetc

This is NOT a sequel to Grey Street, only bits and pieces of their story after that day in the café. I'd highly suggest reading Grey Street first. What happens when Harry becomes the missing piece of Elle's New York story.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

[halloween special: ✔] When I had decided to go to my best friend's boyfriend's Halloween party I hadn't expected five things to happen. One, that Blake would have me go dressed up as a "sexy vampire". Two, there would be a contest on who could scare me the most (damn you, Payne). Three, I would be ditched by my best friend so she could be all up on Mr. British. Four, my only company would be a non-frightening ghost that merely had a sheet draped over his head. And lastly, five,that I would find myself on an adventure with said ghost, and find myself falling for him. Well, this was clearly an eventful Halloween. ©2015 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved.

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]

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

but while she was falling for his oversized sweaters and polished leather boots, all harry wanted to do was tuck that strand of chocolate hair behind her ear and button her jacket. ©rrarity

Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.

One guy, one girl, one music shop and a whole lot of sexual jokes led to much more than they thought. * * * "They say singers scream louder..." "If you're implying what I think you are, you're disgusting." He chuckled, the familiar pleasant tone coming out from his mouth. "See, this is why I like you."

Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.