it really is LOVE on tour

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

Harry Styles. The last Original, the last Original vampire. In the beginning, there were 12 Originals. But they were killed.....Then there was one. Everyone else is terrified of him. Everyone knows what he is, except for the newbie in town. What happens when Harry finds this innocent, Naïve girl? Harry Styles. The Last Original.

"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!

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.

"I'm yours," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "That's right." Then Harry's lips were pressed viciously onto mine. But this kiss wasn't about passion. No. It was about power. Harry wanted me to feel his power over me, and I did. With every gasp of breath, with every touch of his tongue, with every move he made, I felt helpless and out of control. Which was exactly what he wanted. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 in Future

*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 Prince Harry's wife chose to take her own life on account of the Prince's thirst for power, and the mysterious disappearance of the Kings of Adwick, The Harvest was born. Each year, every young lady resident of the Kingdom of Adwick who was over the age of twenty-one was summoned to wear her finest attire to the dreaded event where he selected one of them and took her to his castle. The only price to pay, was for her to never be seen again. Harry Styles AU #9 in harrystyles | 08/02/19 #3 in hs | 02/22/2019 #12 in onedirection | 09/10/19

FEATURED ON THE READING LIST 'ONE DIRECTION' BY @Fanfic BEST FANFIC SERIES 2018 - @thefanfictionawards Book 1 of the Lush Trilogy (completed ✓) - Rewritten in 2025 Vicky West has spent her life chasing one dream - to dance beneath the lights of the Moulin Rouge, Los Angeles's most exclusive nightclub. It's the stage she's always longed for after seeing it years ago. But behind the glamorous club lies a man who could ruin everything. Harry Styles, the ower of the Moulin Rouge, is as powerful as he is untouchable. Known for his sharp suits, cold and pompous behavior, he has an insatiable appetite for control. When Vicky auditions for a spot on the team, Harry immediately recognizes that she's a valuable asset to his club. The way she dances drives him mad. But is Harry pursuing Vicky for the Moulin Rouge - or for himself? #1 in trilogy #2 in Styles #2 in HarryStyles WARNING: Mature content. All Rights Reserved by @butterflytattoo

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!