[COMPLETED] "The only thing I've ever been scared of, Lydia, is losing you." - Lydia and Harry have finally began that 'next chapter' that they've been longing for, working on the realities of parenthood and dealing with loss day by day. But it may be harder to put the darkness of their past life behind them than they might think. Old demons will come back. Old enemies will rise again. And this time, they have everything to lose. - This is the third book in the 'crumble' series! Please be sure to read the first two books before you get to this one!

" Addison, I swear its not what it looks like." " To me, it seems like you like me." I feel stupid for letting Addison know that I like her. ~~~ Or it's the one where the new bad boy falls deeply in love with the goody-goody.

There's three things you should know about Harry: 1. When we were in ninth grade his biggest aspiration in life was to start a punk ukulele band. 2. Once I made him a bracelet with plastic beads that didn't have a pattern in the slightest, and he wore it for years until the pink string holding it together couldn't take any more wear and tear. 3. He's been my neighbor for more than half my life, and that hasn't changed now that we're in college. There's three things you should know about me: 1. I'm banned from the putt putt golf course in my hometown... but that's actually Harry's fault. 2. I'm not a fan of math, but I'm good at it, which has turned into a constant battle in my head. 3. I'm not about to fall in love with my best friend. I'm not.

[ONGOING] Manhattan, USA, 1964. When the CIA intercepts a terror plot to assassinate the leaders of the free world at an upcoming United Nations meeting, they decide to join forces with intelligence agency MI6 in Britain. The two agencies agree that they'll need their best agents on the field, infiltrating enemy ranks and providing their respective countries with vital information in order to prevent the fatal attack. Enter CIA Special Agent Christine Wilson, a lively, bubbly blonde bombshell that brings new meaning to femme fatale, and MI6 Intelligence Agent Harry Styles, a debonair young genius with exceedingly good looks and a serious disposition. Their mission? Save the free world as they know it. It'll be an almost impossible task, and they're sure to stare death in the face more than once. That is, if they don't kill each other first. • DISCLAIMER: This story was created for entertainment purposes only and any similarities to real occurrences or people (living or dead) are purely coincidental. Harry Styles has been mentioned by name, however these characters are purely fictional and have no affiliation to the real Harry Styles. No part of this work may be reproduced or redistributed without my consent. Cover edit made by @hazstylestrash on Instagram. © kiwi-vodka 2022

Laila never could've predicted she would be kidnapped by the worldwide well known boxer Harry Styles, but somehow, she was. Little did she know, he had a dark past, and always got what he wanted. "Everybody wants to take you home tonight, but I'm gonna find a way to make you mine."

"Tell me," he whispered lightly stroking my back. "Please don't marry her..." my words barely audible. He pulls me away from his embrace so he could look at me directly in the eyes, "What?" There was another pause before I said the words I've needed to say. "I love you." And with those three words, both our worlds came crashing down. 11/28/17: #270 in fanfiction Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy x. -s © 2024, narrygoals Sage Helene. All rights reserved. This work contains material protected under international and federal copyright laws and treaties. Any authorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

#1 in tpwk #2 in bwwm #3 in harrystyles #6 in zaynmalik What are the odds that you become friends with Harry Styles? Best friends? His closest confidant? His lover? In an odd twist of fate, one girl's life gets turned upside down in the best way possible...

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.

Eastmount Psychiatric Hospital Project Black Widow Patient n. 384 Name: Harry Styles Date of birth: February 1st, 1883 Date of admission: March 20th, 1905 Date of death: - Additional Information: Disappeared on September 6th, 1906. 24/11/19 #15 in fanfiction

They call themselves the Terrebit, but I just call them the Monsters. They invaded earth years ago, when I was just two years old. To this day they have killed 3,567,842,932. They are the reincarnation of the devil. They are an infestation of crystal blue eyes. But there is one. One who has emerald greens. He was different. Not just to us, but to them. I wish we had never met; but we did. And there is nothing that could wipe those intriguing green eyes from my memory. 3,567,843,984.