Psychotic (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter
"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter
HARRY STYLES COLLEGE/FRATBOY AU Nora has just returned from a semester abroad and isn't trying to date anyone. But then she meets Harry and things get complicated. (fratboy!harry who is also soft, a girl who isn't sure what she wants, frat parties, sex, and a whole lot of angst) - completed - © 2020 bopbopstyles
This is a story of what you wish would happen when you go to college. So buckle up and settle in, because Harry Styles is gonna make us all feel alive again. Highest ranking: 59 in #harrystyles 176 in Fanfiction
She was the popular girl. He was the nerd. She was the 'it' girl. He was the 'geek' guy. She showed him to learn sex. And he showed her to learn math. Both different but share one love. Will it always be tutoring? Or something more? 2021® All Rights Reserved. Stylesfaris Production.
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear. There's something about unexpected moments, you can't plan it, you can't prepare for it, and maybe that's the most special thing because things happen the way they're supposed to and with the right amount of time, patience and compassion, things come out exactly right. Exactly...
harry styles, 28 years old, billionare, and ceo of his own company can't get his employee's 17 year old daughter, angelica, off of his sick mind. she was young, she was beautiful, she was off limits. harry had everything he could ever desire in life, however everything changed when he laid his eyes on she. how far wil...
"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name...
Blue lightening cracks across the dark night sky, illuminating the hospital hallways. A deep rumble of thunder shakes the earth below, the strong force seems to be shaking the old walls of the creaky and rusting hospital. I walk silently down the quiet hallways, leaky pipes dripping water being heard around the hall...
Harry is the new kid in school that everyone fears. His mysterious ways intrigued Kaylin. But, her friend always reminded her of how dangerous he is. He's the bad boy with tattoos. What good can come from that?
in which a teenage girl just finishing her last year of high school, begins to fall for her teacher, Mr. Styles. [MATURE]
"I like a woman who can beat me at my own game." // cover credit to @herwalls
Stolen pudding cups, flirty police officers, a bag full of weed and a trip to Vegas make for one hell of a bet. [In the process of being edited, some major changes will be made. Please note that I am not British and some things might not be right in regards to language and terms. As I edit I will try to fix them but p...
"No sweeter innocence than a gentle sin." Sequel to Nude [Book 2] // © 2016 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. Highest Rank: #28 in Fanfiction
please don't comment crap on this story, I made it when I was very young and clueless. I understand it sucks and it's gross. // "You're nobody important, just a little girl to fill my sexual needs" Harry's sickening voice is adamant. Tears prick my eyes, but I've got to stay strong. There is no way he will see me cr...
[Complete] There's a thin line between pretend and reality, there's a thin line between love and hate. How did we ever manage to break them both? ❁ Warning: This story contains strong scenes of drug abuse, bad words, and you may need a box of tissues. Or twenty. Cover by - moonxriver
jenna mayer meets harry styles. but then there's zayn. and then there's only harry. © 2013 casiestylez
He sits at the back of the classroom. Everyday a Dum Dum sucker in his mouth. He's a bad boy who is sarcastic, witty, gorgeous, and closed off. Only he isn't at school to learn. And Macy finds out that there is a fine line between love and lust. "What's your story?" "It's bittersweet."...
If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending...
[COMPLETED] A color so dark that possesses such potential-burgundy. Could a color so dark be deemed worthy of love? If black could be the inevitable twilight and it could be adored with a side of whiskey, then surely burgundy could be worthy of some type of adoration. And, for a time, it was.
[COMPLETED] he didn't know what happiness meant until he experienced it himself. © asvpava 2016 all rights reserved cover credit; @niaill
Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance
""How much do you love me?" "I love you so much that I'm willing to give all of myself to you, give my life for you, and spend the rest of my life with you.""
It all started when I accidentally sent an extremely personal email to my art teacher. CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN previously 《Kinky Mail》 © alterstyles 2021 Do not copy, translate or write an adaptation without having the author's permission.
"You are a monster." She whispered. "We are all monsters but I rather let mine free than rot in here" From having fun with friends to a begging of a new nightmare where the disturbed creatures live.
"If loving you kills me tonight, then I was ready for death the moment you said hello." «R.M Drake»