Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

After Dumbledore's death, Harry searches for answers in the Pensieve. But something goes wrong. Trapped inside a memory, Harry finds himself back at Hogwarts in 1945 where he meets an 18 year old Tom Riddle teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. (This story is not mine, it is by an ao3 author named paimpoint)

NOT MY STORY!!!! GOT IT FROM FANFICTION.NET!!!!!!

I don't know the name of the person who made this fanfic-book. Hi, some of you may recognize this story from Crownofglory's page, as she mentioned already, this HP fic was originally written in Chinese and Crownofglory had translated around a quarter of it. The link for the original story is below: www. jjwxc onebook . php? novelid= 257980 I originally learned of this fic when I read the fic "Schooled" by Wyrdsmith (which is hilarious by the way and highly recommended) being Chinese my self I went and had a look at both Crownofglory's partially translated fic and the original, finding that I liked the fic and also wanting to do something for Wyrdsmith as well as others who left reviews hoping to read the fic in its entirety, I decided to finish the translation (I read a lot of fanfic and I rarely have the chance to repay any authors so this was a good opportunity for me to give something back to the fanfic community). I sent a PM to crownofglory but have yet to receive a reply back so I decide to go ahead with the project. I debated whether I should continue on from where Crownofglory stopped or start from the beginning myself and in the end I decided it would be best to start from the beginning so I can really familiarize myself with the whole story. Also I didn't want to read someone else's translations then try to imitate their style or continue it halfway (I had only read chapters 1-10 of Crownofglory's translation anyway). I have currently reached chapter 16-20 (about a quarter of what Crownofglory had done) and I hope to be able to post at least chapters 1-20 (I am grouping the chapters in 10s so they will be posted 1-10, 11-20, etc.) during this weekend. As I have never posted anything on before, please bear with me if the formats etc. get a little messed up. Thanks