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.

The story of Harry and Frances continue, this time beginning a new journey that would determine the rest of their story together. (The third book of The Flight series)

BOOK 2/3 OF MALIGNANT SERIES (MATURE READ!) "We need to go, they're coming for us." He yells over the rain that's slapping repetitively against the cement. "For us?" I begin until he grabs my hand and pulls me down the road. "For you, Amelia. They want you. But they can't have you." "W-why?" I swallow the lump in my throat. "Because what's mine, is mine." Harry and Amelia's developed relationship has been tested to many extents, but what happens when their choices have made them both the most wanted people by other men just as dangerous as Harry? Not to mention some shocking surprises along the way. #1 IN FANFICTION #1 IN DARK #1 IN HARRYSTYLES BOOK (2/3) *COMPLETED* ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

{SEQUEL TO MALIGNANT AND HIDEAWAY} MATURE READ! (18+) "Lay one finger on my daughter and I'll have you destroyed before the hours up." Harry and Amelia were ready to start the rest of their lives together, but what happens when the demons of his past hold them back? (BOOK 3/3) COMPLETED #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

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]

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

In which a quiet girl trying to get through her last year of high school by avoiding all conflict in her school and sitting in the back. She didn't expect a new math teacher who also became her new volleyball coach which made her plans to have a chill last year into chaos. #1 in Fanfiction

[COMPLETED] What would you do if your roommate was the person you hate the most? Amy now lives with her enemy. The one who broke her heart and she hated. The one and only, Harry Styles. © londonstars

[COMPLETED] ❝ we need someone to replace blake and i think we should give her a chance. ❞ ❝ spence, she's a criminal. ❞ the four horsemen had earned the title of the most dangerous group that the behavioral analysis unit had ever worked against. luckily for the team, in their possession now was quinn carson, the member of the horsemen that they believed could change everything. [pre-season 10 - season 10 ] [BOOK ONE IN THE HORSEMEN SERIES]

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.