In the summer of 1975 seventeen year old, Adeline Rally, the head cheerleader of Lake Charles High school in Louisiana falls madly in love with Harry Styles, the quarterback of the football team who was head over heels in love with the widowed Mr. Rally's daughter. The two connect when Styles has to have his motor replaced by the local mechanic, Mr. Rally. The story of the 1970's when life was simple and love was easy, but was it just that easy for these two?

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"It's alright." He says. "Just act like you're in love with me." Let me get my shit together first, I think to myself. The small voice in my head makes me cringe and I have to remind myself to pull it together. "It's all about the mask." I bite my lip hard. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it beating in my ear. "Sure." I mumble. "Alright, then." He takes my hand in his and smoothly intertwines his fingers through mine. My stomach twists into a knot as we prepare to step outside of the car. You can do this, Savannah. You can nail this. You have to. Just before we get out, I hear him whisper. "Lights.. Camera.. PDA."

schiz·o·phre·ni·a noun 1. a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation. bi·po·lar adjective 1. having or relating to two poles or extremities. 2. (of psychiatric illness) characterized by both manic and depressive episodes, or manic ones only. These are both illnesses I've dealt with my entire adult life, I followed my father's dream of becoming a psychologist since he died before he graduated college. He was so obsessed with it, so passionate about it and all I wanted to do was make him proud. After graduating top of my class my mum and I moved to Seattle Washington where I got a job at an institute for mental health. There was this girl, she wasn't my patient so I knew very little about her aside from the fact that she was strikingly beautiful. She only had female nurses and doctors, they kept her away from any male patients and I could tell some of the male staff members were fearful of her. What could this stunning young woman have done for them to be so fearful? Why doesn't she speak? One day I went back to work and she was no longer a patient. When I had asked they said her mother had checked her out. As much as I tried, she was never far from my mind. Was she alright? Were her parents caring for her properly? I just couldn't get her out of my head, it was her eyes maybe. They were pale blue almost silver, they were the most exquisite set of eyes I'd ever seen but there was something behind them. Something dark and dangerous...... Something haunted.

It's a classic case of girl meets player. Player meets girl. But will Harry be a player for long ? Will he fall for Jenny ? Does he jump on that rollercoaster ? Or let the cart leave without him ? Read and find out. *Harry Styles fan fiction*

Instagram: New message from @harrystyles { Started: Dec.14 2017 } { Finished: Feb. 8 2018 }

Patience Blake is a top agent, but so is Harry Styles. Will they work well together, or will problems stand in their way?

Harry Styles. 24 years old. CEO. Self made millionaire. He's New York's most eligible bachelor. Every man and women within 100 miles knows his name. But no one recalled knows Harry. Norah Wilson. 22 years old. Fashion intern. Self proclaimed mess. She moved from a small town in North Carolina to pursue her dreams in the fashion world. After graduating from NYU, she gets an internship at Vogue. Now she's trying to establish herself. Two worlds are going to collide, and these two people are not ready for it. ALL RIGHTS GO TO xcalliex FOR THIS STORY, AS SHE IS THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR ***** Please read the note before the first chapter *****

Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.