"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!

|✓Completed.| |Mature Content(18+).| ❝ he may own an expensive camera but he's my favourite photograph ❞ Started // 16.03.18 Finished // 5.10.19 @ 123K Trailer // 04.06.20 by @-hopperstyles Book 2 // Poetic Polaroids Achievements : #1 in "harrystylesfanfic" - 18.03.19 #8 in "ceoharry" - 18.03.19 #1 in "harrystyles" - 25.08.20 All rights reserved Copyright © 2018 [[Word Count : 100 000 - 150 000]]

For the last four years, Sophie has been a loyal assistant to the famous Harry Styles. The relationship is strictly professional, up until they are forced to share a hotel room on tour and Sophie wakes up in Harry's arms. #1 in #love 23/4/23 #1 in #fanfiction 12/4/23 #1 in #harrystyles 25/1/21 #1 in #onedirection 1/11/20 #1 in #niallhoran 9/10/20 #1 in #liampayne 30/10/20 #1 in #louistomlinson 19/12/20 #1 in #harryedwardstyles 31/10/20 #1 in #concert 22/11/20

BOOK 1 of the Let's Hurt Tonight series She was a senior in college, trying to finish her degree, when she accidentally ran into critically acclaimed musician, Harry Styles. ... "Oh, I'm sorry, love. I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

The year is 1851. Times were different then. Simpler. And though life was indeed simpler, the people most certainly were not. Injustice, deception, abuse. All of these things were just as present in the nineteenth century as they are today. The only difference: people then rarely got caught.

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!