The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.

The story of a road trip where Frances and Harry reconnect after eight months of the flight they shared together. (Sequel of The Flight series) Highest rank: #22 in FanFiction

{Sequel of Knocked Up} The story of Harry and Sienna continue, this time having a new challenge together.

I drop my phone on the couch and slide off my shoes. Spencer comes in holding my purse. "Where do you want this?" I point to the coffee table, he walks over and gently places it down. I walk over to him, standing closer to him than I would if I was sober. "Are you going to be alright if I leave? I don't mind staying if you want me to." I stare in his eyes, keeping me from saying anything. I put my index fingers through his front belt loops and pull him against me. "Woah, what're you-" I stand on the tip of my foot, and pull at his collar, lowering his lips. I kiss him, not in any way worrying about the consequences. I smile when he kisses back, and pull him onto the couch. I run my hands through his hair and I lay on my back, pulling him on top of me.