"i'm going to love you forever. i hope you know that." "i wish i didn't." in which two people getting over heartbreak, meet on a plane. aka harry styles meets the girl of his dreams, only to realize forever is only temporary.

"Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive." In which a girl called Ana meets a boy called Harry who has a strange fascination with the rain. [cover by: @rowlipsticks] highest rankings: #1 in fiction #1 in harrystyles

Watty Awards 2013 Winner! {book 3} ✓ - ❝ The moment I lost my mum things changed. I changed. I realised that no one stays forever, everyone leaves at some point, whether is willingly or not, and you're left alone, broken on the floor. I won't go through that again. I won't give people the chance to break me like that again. I'll protect myself. I'm raising up my walls, higher than anyone has ever seen. I'll be safe. ❞

(n.) the fear of losing someone you love I never imagined falling in love would be the scariest but easiest thing for me to do. Especially when it came to him.

In which Harry attempts to take advantage of a sweet, innocent girl and is shocked to find out she is the complete opposite. Cover by @-PAPAYA Started 2016 Finished 2018

* Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* {IN THE MAKING} Gabriella Rodriguez: A tireless 18 year old girl that has to provide for her siblings, more ways than one. Harry Styles: A new teacher at school wanting to know more about the intriguing girl that not only he taught, but bumps into more ways than one. ****** Preview: I walk over to the group of men in front of the stage and start dancing. Swaying my hips to the beat of the song. All of them throwing money at me or tucking bills into my corset. Something about dancing so provocatively felt so dangerous yet exhilarating. My movements came to a halt as I turned around to be faced with a set of green eyes I never expected to see here. Fuck.

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.*

Illicit: forbidden by law, rules or custom. 17 year old law student Jessica Walsh meets Harry Styles in the most unusual situation you could possibly imagine. At the time, whilst Jess is focusing all her attention on trying to achieve the best grades she can to get into university, Harry and his friends are facing a possible prison sentence for arson. When the pair cross paths during the last week of summer break it doesn't exactly go swimmingly and the two opposites don't get along at all. Despite living in the same small town for years, they'd never met before, but after the first time they somehow seem to end up in the same place at the same time more often than not. They say opposites attract, but if you play with fire you're bound to get burned. Highest ranking: #74 in Fanfiction #1 in #onedirectionfanfic #1 in #harrystylesfanfic #2 in #harrystyles [Harry Styles/One Direction AU] [COMPLETED]

Being Spotted often implies a negative connotation or is associated with negative consequences, but when Clarissa Fray is Spotted by teenage heart throb Harry Styles, grabbing her attention is the last thing on his mind. All Rights Reserved to wishyouwerehes, 2014.©

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.