Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"We're a deadly combination; one I've always fantasized about." In which Harry, a well known mafia member and engaged man, obsesses over his new neighbor who loves to write and happens to be a well known politician's daughter. - highest rank ; #31 in Vintage #9 Lolita © sinclairdelrey 2017

❝it's hard to stop loving someone even when you're trying so hard not to.❞ © © -𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 | 2018

Where Nina texts her number neighbour and applies as Harry Styles' new photographer. [ real life x oc ] [ social media x oc ] disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Nina and the characters that will be introduced later in the story. I do not own the photographs nor music unless stated otherwise.

A story in which Harry buys a sex doll for his own pleasure, and one night it magically comes alive. --Completed--

-ENG- Suddenly Twitter has become important to Harry Styles. // TRANSLATIONS ARE ALLOWED, ASK ME FIRST \\ All right reserved @witharryx ™, 2019 ©.

(MATURE CONTENT) Avery Collins has started her new journey in New York City, in hopes of mending her broken heart. Everything was going fine, until she keeps bumping into one of the most famous rockstars in the world.

Mackenzie Russo is your average laid back teen. She is going to her first day of college, when her dorm room arrangement gets screwed up. She is matched up to room with Harry Styles, typical popular frat boy, and all hell breaks loose.

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

"Are you my good girl?" he looks up at me with his dark eyes. His tongue slides across his sinister lips, only making me more anxious. I nod furiously, wanting him to make me his all over again. "Say it." he lowly growls, his grip on my hips tightening. "I'm your good girl, I'm yours forever."