In the summer of 1975 seventeen year old, Adeline Rally, the head cheerleader of Lake Charles High school in Louisiana falls madly in love with Harry Styles, the quarterback of the football team who was head over heels in love with the widowed Mr. Rally's daughter. The two connect when Styles has to have his motor replaced by the local mechanic, Mr. Rally. The story of the 1970's when life was simple and love was easy, but was it just that easy for these two?

The Boxer Sequel - In the ring a fighter is only focused on one thing. Winning. But this boxer has got more than one ring and more than one goal to think about.

Widely known as a fierce and competitive Boxer Mr.Styles chance of caring is slim to none considering he's lost all who's important in his life.. Cryssy is open minded and going to uni to become a doctor with a fairly normal home life. You'd think the two are completely different, and trust me they are, but there's still one thing bringing the two back together again and again. The only problem? Harry Styles is determined not to give a shit. -All self promos on this story will be deleted!- *Currently being edited by @pescapaxton*

Meredith's perfect life turned upside down after her parents death meaning she had to move in with her older brother and his wife. She had to start all over leaving everything behind. Starting a new school for her last year in high school has to be torture but after bumping into the town's bad boy everything piles up. Will something unexpected happen with the kind of person that she promised not to get involved with? (WARNING: This story concludes explicit language and very detailed sexual scenes!)

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

Mackenzie Russo is your average laid back teen. She is going to her first day of college, when her dorm room arrangement gets screwed up. She is matched up to room with Harry Styles, typical popular frat boy, and all hell breaks loose.

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

"It's alright." He says. "Just act like you're in love with me." Let me get my shit together first, I think to myself. The small voice in my head makes me cringe and I have to remind myself to pull it together. "It's all about the mask." I bite my lip hard. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it beating in my ear. "Sure." I mumble. "Alright, then." He takes my hand in his and smoothly intertwines his fingers through mine. My stomach twists into a knot as we prepare to step outside of the car. You can do this, Savannah. You can nail this. You have to. Just before we get out, I hear him whisper. "Lights.. Camera.. PDA."

Highest Rank: #3 in Fanfiction! :D Ellie is a bright and bubbly, yet dedicated new nurse in the Emergency Department at Chicago Medical Institute. Dr. Harry Styles, meticulous, hardworking, and driven, is the head of the department. Ellie's little quirks rub him the wrong way, and the doctor's critical nature drives her mad. Their very different personalities will clash and mesh, but maybe they'll be just what the other one needs. Cover art by Kris @hazstylestrash (Twitter) - Used with permission

When she wanted to forget her first one night stand, he wanted to remember it forever.