"Harry..." He turned to me, a questioning look on his face. I never in a million years thought that I will do this. To him! I pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, a shock look on his face. "I want to touch your hair." I said. "Is that all?" He teased, lifting a brow. "No."He nodded and turned us around me, under him. "I want to kiss you." He said and I smirked at him, lifting my head a little. A few centimeters more, our lips will be touching. "Why won't you do it?"I whispered and he kissed me. °·°·°°·°·°·°°· I have loved you since we were eighteen. °°°°°°°° A Harry Styles fanfiction

••••• A sequel to Baby ••••• Baby is back and a lot is happening. After the rough departure of power couple Harry and Tiffany a year goes by. Tiffany moves on and Darcy is now 5 years old. Everything changed will anything be the same. Harrys coming back but is his opportunity gone. Love and Drama. This is baby 2

She was gorgeous green eyes and curly locks just like her father. Her name... Darcy May Joy.

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?

Caroline wanted to be with her boyfriend, Brandon, and live "happily ever after". But when she hooks up with his best friend all that is at stake. Especially when she finds out she's pregnant.

Sequel to The Switch Up In which two people come together and go through the journey of raising a child together. From improvising to the cold hard theory's to raising a baby, Madeline and Harry stumble through it all.

Harry Styles, a name everyone knows on NYU campus. Superstar player on the lacrosse field and known for his one night stands. Harry has it all, captain of his sports team and the attention of any girl he wants, that is until someone unexpected shows up on his doorstep.

"I'm a fucking disaster." I said breathless. Harry stood between my legs. He leaned down to my ear and pushed back my hair. "Yeah, But you are a beautiful one."

Worthless. Stupid. Disgusting. Nobody will never love you. That's all I've ever heard my entire life. Until I met him, he changed everything. He showed me I was worth loving. I always wanted someone to rescue me and he did.

I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.