Duplicity doo-plis-i-tee noun deceitfulness in speech or conduct, as by speaking or acting two different ways to different people concerning the same matter; the quality of having two elements or parts being twofold or double. Mary did not think life could get any worse. Then she met Harry Styles.

Sarah boards a flight to Malaysia blissfully unaware of two things: 1. Heartthrob Harry Styles is seated up ahead in first class 2. Their plane is about to go down in the Indian Ocean

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]

1983. Five years after The Orphans tour of the U.S. Five years after the masses were shook by his voice. Five years after the publication of her impressive article. Belle, also known as Goldie, roams the streets of New York City with the beaches of California in her rear view. Now a well-known journalist for Rolling Stone magazine, she finally begins to feel steady from her formerly-tumultuous life on the road. ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/34k3zFIez-g

*this is a 70s!rockstar!Harry Styles au fanfic... i mean... he just radiates 70s!rockstar* The 70s. A time of free love and music. And that's exactly what reader gets into when meeting the newly famous rockstar Harry Styles: love and music. Along with many mishaps... ^^^ i hate writing descriptions okay ):

|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.

Taking place in the summer of 1978, the story follows 18-year-old aspiring music journalist, nicknamed Goldie, tasked with following up-and-coming UK rock band - The Orphans - while they do their first tour of the U.S. New to life on the road, Goldie befriends Orphan's front man Harry Styles, a handsome narcissist with an addictive personality. "You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact." - John Lennon ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/Oy8ixhAodNQ

[Completed, but in desperate need of editing] " A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other…Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever. " This is a story of a boy and a girl, Harry Styles and Azalea Longman, a boy band member and a student in literature. This is the story of how their paths crossed for the first time, how they fell for one another and how they dealt with being from two different worlds. For one of them, falling in love happened slowly, for the other, it was all at once, but they had one thing in common: they both knew that there was more to life than the beds that they shared, but they would rather fall asleep together than to find out.

*Dalla storia* La melodia continua lenta e io non posso non chiedermi se per caso non sia già nel mio letto e questo sia tutto frutto della mia mente. Così, un po' per comprendere se sono per davvero nel mondo dei sogni, un po' per il bisogno di godermi il contatto che le nostre anime sembrano aver istaurato, chiudo gli occhi e quando qualche secondo dopo li riapro lui è ancora lì, con le mani sui miei fianchi e i suoi occhi su di me. La mia mente non è ancora sicura al cento per cento di non stare sognando, per questo una minuscola parte di me ancora lucida, comprendendo che ben presto non avrei risposto delle mie azioni, fa muovere una mia gamba all'indietro, lasciando che le mani del ragazzo scivolino via dal mio corpo. La bolla creata attorno a noi non scompare però, questo perché non riesco a smettere comunque di osservarlo e quando lui fa lo stesso capisco che non è ancora finita. Gli basta un piccolo passo per trovarci di nuovo così vicini da riuscire a sentire il rumore dei suoi respiri. Questa volta però non poggia le mani sui miei fianchi, in modo troppo lento avvicina il viso al mio e quando credo che i nostri nasi si scontreranno e le sue labbra finiranno sulle mie, sento invece un brivido attraversare tutto il mio corpo quando queste sfiorano il mio orecchio e le gambe cedere quando la sua calda e rauca voce, come una delle più belle canzoni, mi dice "Non allontanarti da me, Elisabeth." {Il tempo invecchia e fa maturare, il tempo cambia. I quattro anni lontani da casa per Elisabeth sono stati i più belli da lei trascorsi, ma sa di non poter stare per sempre lontana da casa e quando vi farà ritorno tutto sarà diverso.}

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING