"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!

Companies still to run, Renleigh and Harry come across new challenges as their life continues to grow as one. The media buzzing around them more than usual, every step of theirs has to be calculated and kept under control. Enough money in both of their pockets and a baby on the way should mean they are the happiest people on Earth, but are they? Will they ever be? Find out as their fight continues but this time it's not for control. It's for each other. Fight for Us. © hesasnowflake

The fashion industry is a hard one to conquer and even harder to keep strapped between secure hands. Harry and Renleigh have worked all their lives to achieve something that only one of them could have: the top of the rank. But what happens when things get serious and one gives out? Who will be there for them to help pick up the pieces? Will it be enough? • • • Started: 28th October 2018 Finished: 27th August 2019 Fight for Control. © hesasnowflake

*COMPLETED* 1941-1945 A two-part story about love in times of war. * "It is still you... It has always been you, Grace"

Lonely, inexperienced intern Athena has the hots for a lawyer at the firm. What could a small crush cost?

Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.

Lucy Banks is coping with the tragedy of Jake's death like anyone would expect her to... horribly. Although she wants to lock the doors and wallow in her own misery, Jake's best friend, Harry insists that dealing with their grief together is the best way. From the author of the popular 'Wish You Were Here' series, comes a story of loss, betrayal and forbidden love. Lucy's life throws her heartbreaking hurdles, but perseverance and trusting love again prove to be the only way through the dark.

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

Basically the life I dream of having. One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles. Feel free to comment any requests :) Y/N - Your name because we'd be jealous if it was anyone else.

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."