|British Dictionary| Kissy; adj. 1. Informal showing exaggerated affection, especially by frequent touching or kissing. |Urban Dictionary| Kissy 1. A cute way to say it would be nice to kiss you because I want too.

"𝑰'𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐." * Liliana Mason is average. She has a job. She works your basic 9-5. She has a roommate. She lives in Colorado. There isn't much special about her. But when she goes to London on a special Christmas vacation, will Harry Styles think the same? The answer is no, spoiler alert. * This a story loosely based off the song "Adore You" by Harry Styles, if you didn't catch on to the title. WARNING: this story will contain strong language and a few mature scenes ( aka smut ) !! * * * BOOK ONE • • • achievements: #1 in 'trending' #1 in 'harrystyles' #1 in 'literature' #1 in 'onedirection'

The sequel to Adore You. This is not a stand alone book, so if you have not read the first book, this story will not make sense!! * Sometimes there are just those people who, no matter how desperately hard you try to express your love to, won't accept affection. All you want is to adore them. But those same people often don't think they deserve the love you give.

Her name is Noelle.

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!

Eastmount Psychiatric Hospital Project Black Widow Patient n. 384 Name: Harry Styles Date of birth: February 1st, 1883 Date of admission: March 20th, 1905 Date of death: - Additional Information: Disappeared on September 6th, 1906. 24/11/19 #15 in fanfiction

• Sequel to TOUR • "You know what you remind me of Harry?" "You are like the sun. So bright and golden,the biggest fucking star i've ever seen.And i'm just so out of touch because you're right up there and i'm down here just watching you from the distance. You fade away for awhile and then you come back,just shining."

As we kept walking down the hallway,the first thing I noticed were the bricked walls... It was beautiful. The pride flags hung loosely all over the walls with the words "Treat People With Kindness"painted onto them in an effortless way.Instantly feeling a rush of serotonin in my body.A smile forming on my face as i analysed the pretty colours of the rainbow displayed all over the walls.My moment disrupted when i heard the sound of a woman clearing her throat. "Are you ready to discuss the tour with Harry?" . . . //𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲,𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.// Thank you for coming on tour. I love you with every part of me,mi amor. Love,H.

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.*

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021