"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

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.

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.*

(COMPLETED) One would say this is your typical love story, you know, best friends falling for each other, romance and all that rainbowy stuff, happily ever after. Sorry to break it down to you, it's not. This is a story in which, she, just like him, is a dreamer. They share the same passion, the same ambitions, the same competition, essentially the same dream. But those are not the only things they have in common. His mate is her brother. Her brother is his mate. There are a lot of love songs involved, as cliché as it may sound but what can you expect when you have two of the biggest pop stars in the whole world falling and fighting for one another. However, as I mentioned before, this is not your typical fairy tale. I mean, they have feelings, connection, emotions, pretty much they are perfect together. But guess what, timing's a bitch. tryst \ ˈtrīst \ 1 : an agreement (as between lovers) to meet 2 : an appointed meeting or meeting place ----- most impressive rankings: #1 on #harryedwardstyles #1 on #xfactor2010 #1 on #tryst #3 on #harrystyles #1 on #hstyles #9 on #1directionfanfic #1 on #harryfanfiction #1 on #harryau #1 on #hsau

*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

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.? All my favourite conversations Always made in the A.M

COMPLETED Evelyn was an aspiring social worker. But when her first assignment is helping a family living in one of the worsts neighborhoods around London, she has no idea that her life will never be the same. There she meets Harry, a man who is involved in the world of illegal fights, who would turn her life upside down. Could two completely different people be more similar than what they had expected? Find out more in Disclosure!

[COMPLETED] After getting over his initial facade I felt as if I was getting to know the real Harry Styles. I learned the little things about him like how he likes his bread toasted golden brown or that he always has to eat his salads with a certain kind of dressing -1985, Chapter 5 + Trigger Warning- If you are uncomfortable or triggered by the following please do not read: - Abuse -Mild Sexual Content -Profanity -Panic Attacks -Etc. Enjoy the book!

"You're never going to find a way out out of this labyrinth of mine," he says to her between the capturing of her lips. But there was a part of her that knew she was wasn't going to look for a way out. © beauty_gurl 2018 Start date: Nov. 8th, 2018 End date: TBD

"Will you forget about me in a month?" Harry asks with a sad pout. I squint my eyes completely taken aback of his question. "No, of course not. Why are you asking?" I cup his face in hands and kiss his lips. "What about six months?" He asks, breaking away from the kiss. "What's happening to you? I'll not forget about you ever. Are you okay?" I stroke his cheeks and stare down at his sad face. I'm so confused right now. Is he fine? "What about a year or two?" He asks, his voice hurting and slow. "I'll never ever forget you, Harry." I raise my eyebrows at him while emphasizing at every word. He nods his head and looks at me before saying, "Knock knock." I frown at him. "Are you serious? Just a few moments ago...don't show me that pout, I love your jokes but now, you need to tell me what happened to-" "Knock knock." "Harry!" "Knock knock." "Fine! Who's there?" Harry smirks and says, "See, you already forgot me."