My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

3 Identical Boys...Triplets The "Styles" Triplets All 3 look so similar to one another but, they're all different in their own way. Marcel is the goody goody. Gets straight A's wears funky glasses and isn't the best with the ladies. Edward. The punk, the rocker & the bad one. He isn't the nicest person you'll meet. He's inked all over and a carefree guy. Does what he wants when he wants. And lastly..Harry. The sweetheart, the gentleman & the ladies man. The popular kid in school who everyone admires. The life of any party. All 3 of these boys are so different from each other for looking so much alike. But they do have ONE thing in common. They all like the same girl...... © COPYRIGHT @IWLWWY_Fanfics 2013 ♡

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

Blair is spending the summer in Paris, city of love, with her bff Charlotte. Little does she know her life is about to change forever, when she unexpectedly falls in love with Harry Styles, the popular heartthrob from the world famous band One Direction...She's just an ordinary girl and he's a superstar, will their relationship survive the fame and everything that comes with it?

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Harry falls for a very pretty girl one day after dropping Baby Lux off at a random nursery. He doesn't know Daisy that well, but his dream is to at least become friends with her, but he knows that his actual goal is to become more than friends. The fame of his boy band gets in the way and trouble turns towards him and the lady of his dreams- ruining his chances with the girl. Will they both stop messing up and get closer to each other, or will she run away after all the mistakes both she, her past and he have made? - If you enjoy romantic feels, then this is the story for you! There's plenty of amazing moments ;) -

(Harry Styles Fan Fic) Cammy has been in college for a year now in the school of the University of Washington. She and her two best friends, Jilly & Carson, signed up in the Study Abroad program for an exploration seminar which will allow them to spend a month in London, England studying all types of art & famous structures. Cammy is super excited but during the trip everywhere they go she can’t help but notice that this pop sensation called, One Direction is absolutely everywhere! Who are these boys & why are they so important? While the class is visiting Tate Modern, an art gallery, they decide to split up to explore alone, while coming up on an interesting piece she bumps into 5 cute boys, why do they look familiar?….”Where have I seen you guys before?”

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem