❝NO AMOUNT OF CHAOS CAN KEEP ME FROM YOU.❞ 1940. Germany has advanced into France, trapping allied troops on the once picturesque beaches of Dunkirk. Army ships which come to retrieve the worn out soldiers are sunk some way or the other. Lives are constantly lost. Terrifying air strikes hit the beaches frequently. Escape seems impossible, and any hope of success or life is fleeting. Harry Styles, a young British soldier, could have never fathomed what horrors he would endure during the world war, but out of all the nightmarish scenes he's lived through - being trapped in Dunkirk is the worst. He does not know if he will be spared from death or be destroyed, blown to pieces by a bomb, or if he will drown in the merciless ocean. All he knows is that he does not want to die. He prays for a way out. Gwendolyn Pierce hated the fact that her brother Tommy had to enlist for the military. She hated not knowing if he or the others she cared about would live. She hated the war. She hated death. But most of all she hated the fact that the women were just expected to sit back and wave with tears in their eyes from the sidelines while the men went and risked their lives. So when the news of the soldiers who are surrounded and stuck in Dunkirk reaches her town - she steals her father's boat and defiantly sets off with her best friend, Vivian, to lead the army of citizens and save the brave soldiers, hoping that Tommy is alive and with them. And along the way, she will find more than she bargained for. But the journey will not be as easy as they would like. A vast, unfamiliar ocean combined with torpedoes and bombs is a recipe for disaster and disaster will strike. Through it all, will the girls and the soldiers come out unscathed? Are they willing to sacrifice their lives for those they love? Everything falls apart in a warzone. Copyright: dunkinky 2017-2021

"you said it yourself, they'll never catch me." or the one where harry styles is just another FBI agent going after the bad guy - or in this case, bad girl. © HOLYRINGS

"i don't think we should be alone together, when you're in a room you get my eyes, you open you your mouth i'm hypnotized."

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.

Their fates were like the collision of the northern lights; enthralling, experimental, and inevitable. Harry Styles au | Mature

It was the summer of 1989 in Paris, France when Bellerose and Harry first met. In which a girl who works at a strawberry field in the summer and a library in the off seasons, and a boy who writes songs, poems, short stories and paints all year round, meet unexpectedly on one hot summer afternoon in a strawberry field. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2017 ©

"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 --

temptations surrounded the whole world, especially in his life. in his eyes she'd always be the the best drug to him even though he'd give in to temptation of other drugs. and at the end of the day it would all come down to what addiction he'd surrender himself to. ( HARRY STYLES ! ) lowercase intended. ©unlovd | [ started : 2017 ]

harry has a strict "no flatmates" policy. no flirting, no kissing, and definitely no hooking up--not after last time. this policy is working well for him, and for a while, he's sure he has everything under control. that is, until alyson shows up. (cover credit to the amazing eriza!!) highest ranking: #7 in harry, #1 in fics, #3 in harrystyles

"Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist." ~ Guy de Maupassant The Sequel to Coalescence