Harry Styles, a name everyone knows on NYU campus. Superstar player on the lacrosse field and known for his one night stands. Harry has it all, captain of his sports team and the attention of any girl he wants, that is until someone unexpected shows up on his doorstep.

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.

This is a story of what you wish would happen when you go to college. So buckle up and settle in, because Harry Styles is gonna make us all feel alive again. Highest ranking: 59 in #harrystyles 176 in Fanfiction

"starting today," the infamous raven vargas says, spreading her hands wide, in a gesture suggesting that today is some sort of tangible object-something right here in the room with us, "is the rest of your life." ☤☤☤ gracie is a surgical intern at seattle medical center. her focus is the medicine. the last thing on her mind is finding a best friend. (until she does.) or finding a boyfriend. (until she does.) or finding a husband. (until she does.) or having kids. (until she does.) best of all, who is to say it happens in that order? ☤☤☤ [completed; april 6, 2020]

It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.

"Stay," Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis' temple like he can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but he can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can't make Louis stay. - {not my story} COMPLETED

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

Theo Starr. Louis looked at the YouTube channel name with immense confusion. He drunkenly grabbed his laptop and shoved it right up to his face, as if to inspect the person who was singing on his screen further. Who the hell was Theo Starr? And why the hell did it look so much like Louis's childhood best friend, Harry Styles? or an AU where Harry has a secret YouTube channel where he posts covers and sings original songs, and one night, a drunk Louis stumbles upon his channel. [TEMPORARILY ON HIATUS]