"what would distinguish a nightmare from a dream? within the former, there is fear, anxiety, sadness. you are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. your mind knows what lies in its darkest corner, and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. a dream dangles a fantasy beneath your nose, giving you a teasing smell of what you want, but cannot have. a dream is what i wish it all could have been, because maybe then my nightmares could not have been a reality, but a figment of my tired imagination." a story that can end happily or dreadfully, depending on how you want to look at it. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sad. cute. pure. completed & edited.

✔️ COMPLETE Part-time violinist and full-time procrastinator, Jackie Picot, has a total of five problems after only the first week of starting Battersea, University of London. 1) Her flatmate keeps having sex with a bloke Jackie knows will eventually break said flatmates heart. 2) She can't find a job in bloody busy London, and without one she'll never be able to afford the violin of her dreams (or survive, for that matter, as she needs food). 3) She misses her little brother so much it hurts. 4) Jägerbombs used to taste better. 5) A very cute, yet annoying, guy named Harry keeps popping up everywhere, and she's unsure how to appropriately flirt with boys as she's only ever done so with girls. Or, the short version, Jackie isn't sure how she's going to survive London; socially, economically, mentally, or sexually. University, Friends to Lovers AU🎓 © 2019

''The reminiscence of what they could be was pure sin, a dark thought that haunted both their minds whilst their bodies urged to become one. Her small, petite body under his frame was in need to be defiled and Amelia's back arched for him like a flower blooming for the sun. His hands, always so unsure and eager, found their rightful place over her hips, his fingers digging into the tender flesh and drawing out a gasp from the ginger. In the back of his mind, something screamed: Mine.'' Mature content ahead. Warning: This is a fantasy story - read the disclaimer in 'Prologue'. Highest rank: #1 in Sensual © 2020 by chaoticaccount. All Rights Reserved

❝Heavy is the head that wears the crown.❞ - Shakespeare, Henry IV [WARNING: This story contains explicit content such as sexual content, graphic violence and profanity. Read at your own risk] Winner of: | Mature Harry Styles Fanfiction (1st Place): The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018 | | Best Diverse Fanfiction (Winner): The Fanfiction Awards 2018 Best Harry Styles Fanfiction (Runner Up) Best Overall (Runner Up)| Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

Highest Rank: #3 in Fanfiction! :D Ellie is a bright and bubbly, yet dedicated new nurse in the Emergency Department at Chicago Medical Institute. Dr. Harry Styles, meticulous, hardworking, and driven, is the head of the department. Ellie's little quirks rub him the wrong way, and the doctor's critical nature drives her mad. Their very different personalities will clash and mesh, but maybe they'll be just what the other one needs. Cover art by Kris @hazstylestrash (Twitter) - Used with permission

In the last year, Joanne Smith Giles, has once again become Jo Smith. In another heartbreaking turn of events, she's also the single mother of an infant, again. She knows she can do this on her own, and better at 40 than 19, but it seems weird to be launching a son into manhood, a new career as an art professor, and changing nappies all in one day. She is so thankful when Ethan, her boy, comes home from Uni. Jo could use the help. His best friend, Harry, comes round too. And his launch into manhood may be another heartbreaking turn, for all of them