15 minutes. What is the significance of this oh-so-little time to normal people? Probably not as important as it is to Harry. He's not normal after all. ============ ~ A RETELL OF THE BOLLYWOOD MOVIE, "GHAJINI". THINK YOU ALREADY KNOW THE STORY? WELL, READ THIS AND THINK AGAIN. ~ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE DON'T READ IF BELOW 18.

Diana lives in a world where everyone is born with a timer imprinted on their finger that counts down to the moment they will meet their soul mate. The day her timer runs out, everything changes. However, having a soul mate turns out to be very different than what she expected. Relationships are made, friendships are broken, and hardships are encountered. When Harry starts revealing his true persona, Diana is faced with new challenges and fresh decisions she must make. *** This is in no way intented to promote the things inside this story. I don't agree with everything I write. I know Harry in real life isn't how he is in this fanfiction. I am only using his name and appearance. I hope you enjoy the story :)

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.

Josephine Marie Laken is a girl who just wants to be the perfect daughter to her parents. She craves to bring home perfect grades, even though it stresses her out to no ends. When she agrees to tutor a student in History as a favor to Mr. Harbors, that will also help raise her grade, she didn't know just what she was getting into. And she wondered; if I did know how everything would go from there on, would I have changed anything? Or would I have walked straight down the road of ruins anyways?

This is by H28 on onedirectionfanfiction.com it's wonderful and I hope you like it as much as me. Recommended for 17+

Harry Styles and Carly Herdsman hate each other and everyone knows that. It's just one of those things that everyone knows. Like that the sun will rise in the morning and then set at night. It's just a given. But what happens when they both get chosen to appear on the grueling reality TV show known as "Survivor". They must make sacrifices to survive and win the million dollar prize. But there is one question lingering on everyone's minds. Will they even make it out alive? After they get dropped on the island, they must survive fifty days, and make it to the finish line, without any contact from the outside world. The ten contestants are all given supplies, along with a video camera. Each night, they must make a small video entry, almost like a diary, to explain what happened that day, but to also prove they are alive. Cause the thing is, one thing the producers don't promise is that you will still be alive when you return. That's if you ever return... Alliances will be made, hearts will be broken, blood will be spilt and tears will be shed. Who will be the SURVIVOR?

"I'll kiss you here," Harry said pointing to Alicia's lips and then his finger trailing down her neck. Harry saw her close her eyes and he couldn't help but smirk. She was just too innocent. "And then...." she breathes. "And then...." Harry hums and presses his body against hers. "I will do this." Harry puts both his hands in her hair and crashes their lips together. After several seconds he pulls back, gives himself a head shake and smiles at his student. "Thats it for now." With that Harry strides away from her, but that wouldn't be the last time.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Widely known as a fierce and competitive Boxer Mr.Styles chance of caring is slim to none considering he's lost all who's important in his life.. Cryssy is open minded and going to uni to become a doctor with a fairly normal home life. You'd think the two are completely different, and trust me they are, but there's still one thing bringing the two back together again and again. The only problem? Harry Styles is determined not to give a shit. -All self promos on this story will be deleted!- *Currently being edited by @pescapaxton*

[highest ranking #1 TEEN FICTION] "What? Simon?! Are you kidding me?" He yelled. Harry Styles, the curly head of One Direction, had the life of a superstar. He was a part of the biggest boyband in the world and soon he changed to a person with the biggest ego on earth. The band's success was overwhelming and so was the handsome Harry. But what if his manager, Simon Cowell, gets fed up with his sudden behavior and he wants Harry as the normal, cheeky lad back, he once was. "I hope you are a good actor Marcel." Simon smirked, handing him his glasses. © - Copyright 2013 - NikolinaDrum ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.