"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

"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!

"This is a world where trust will kill you and where love will destroy you, always remember that." Was würdest du tun, wenn die Welt, wie du sie kennst, nicht mehr existiert? Wenn eine Einheit die Macht über die gesamte Menschheit versucht zu erlange? Den menschlichen Willen bricht und in einer grausamen Weise tötet? Alicia Bolt war nie ein Mädchen, was einfach ihre Freiheit hergeben würde. Sie kämpft, in dieser Welt, wo alle Hoffnung verloren scheint. Sie hat eine Familie, die nicht jeder als eine Familie ansehen würde. Chakka, Char und Jane sind stets an ihrer Seite; drei Hunde, die alles für sie tun würden. Alicia traut ihren mehr, als den meisten Menschen, denen sie über den Weg läuft. Aber wie sollst du auch jemanden trauen, in einer Welt voll von Verrat und Tod? Diese Frage stellte sich Harry Styles jeden Tag. Mit seiner kleinen Schwester Jolie zog er nach Clevedon; traf auf seiner Reise Alicia und ihre Hunde. Und ab da an.. Verlief alles ein bisschen chaotisch. ©Skylar_London

I held my breath as I hit send. My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were slightly shaking. 'wow you are hella cute' she replied after a solid 30 seconds of silence. I let out the breath I was holding in relief. She thinks he's cute, good. I saved a few more pictures of the random guy I had found under my twitter followers, making sure to follow him back in case I needed more of his pictures later. I then hit the back button and went back onto my profile. My eyes landed on my own picture and I froze. I, Harry Styles, just catfished someone... I'm a fucking catfish. credit for the cover goes to @sugarbabeniall thanks boo #13 in catfish 5/17/18

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.*

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

Sydney likes to send random Kik users a prank message saying that she's Harry Styles, but what happens when she stumbles upon the REAL Harry?! Read to find out, 'cause, I mean, I can't just tell you what happens, you know? This is just the description, I'm supposed to draw you in, intrigue you, peak your interest, and all that jazz. #10 in Fanfiction - 8/31/16 + cover by @-smileforlou art featured in cover by @xlarrywho