Would you believe me if I told you that I'm friends with a global pop star? Would you believe me if I told you that we actually have a friends with benefits relationship? Of course you wouldn't. Trust me, I wouldn't believe it myself either. But, the truth is, Harry Styles will be the death of me.

Harry Styles is broken, but his strength never ceases. He's been through hell the past three months and everything is going to change once he sees his brown-haired girl walking the campus. Beth Jones is confused and feels she isn't being told something about her past. She doesn't remember the past two years of her life, but what happens when her curly-haired lover re-enters her life again after her accident resulting in memory-loss? What happens when Harry meets Beth again? Will she be afraid of him or will she give him a chance? The only thing that stands in their way is time. This is a continuation/sequel of Bad Blood. I highly recommend you read that book first before starting this one. (Warning! This book contains anger, violence, and sexual content. Please read at your own risk.)

Book Song: Bad Blood by Sleeping At Last His eyes glowed. The emerald rimmed orbs dilating as he stares at me in the dark. The sense of intensity the eyes of the boy hold make me weak, losing all sense in knowing what to do. He moves closer, hands reaching out, encasing my own hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a cold kiss to the back. I stand frozen, unable to move, watching as the nameless boy presses his chest to mine, leaving no space between us. The coolness of his hand presses to the nape of my neck, my eyes closing as he keeps me close. The wind stings my body as I stand in the middle of the alley, the mysterious boy looking deep into my eyes after I open them once again. His eyes softly looking at me as he holds my hand tight, holding it at if he was afraid I would push him away as the other lay limp at my side. His thumb brushes over my jaw and my eyes look at the ground. His head moves to the side, feeling his breath on my ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, breathing heavily into my ear. He lets me go and I watch as his dark figure walks away, leaving me speechless. I can’t move, his enticing personality making me want him, letting me stand here in my thoughts. The only thing I have is his eyes; I don’t even have a name.

What's the borderline between normal and insane? Have you ever thought about it? In medical terms how can someone be deemed 'insane'? being insane means that you're are in a state of mind which prevents normal perception or social behavior. It makes me wonder who's sane? am I insane? How does a society with flawed, mad practices judge it's people to be sane or not? If you focused a little closer on the symptoms then we're all insane. Harry never saw himself insane as everyone made him look like, he just thought that madness is like gravity, all you need is a little push and the society was more than willing to do more than pushing. in case I lost this account, I'll update on @HarrysMyVodkaxxx The first six chapters are under heavy editing...

When the Circus comes to the small country town of Rosalind for the first time in 10 years, innocent, 21 year old Belle's peaceful, quiet world is turned upside down by one of the rebellious circus workers who represents everything she is against. As the ringleader would say, step right up and enjoy the show.... Highest rankings to date: #29 Fanfiction #77 Teen Fiction

Over the past year, he became distant. He ignored her, began to cherish her less, and went against the vows they made to one another. Despite the young son he shared with her, he became disconnected from the family he had once loved. Started: July 27th, 2017 Completed: August 8th, 2017 Highest Ranking: #71 in short story Cover By: styleslight

Although she wouldn't like to admit it, Isabel Allen can be selfish, argumentative, and more than a little insecure. When she and the moody, tattooed and positively infuriating Harry Styles are forced to work together at a bowling alley three days a week, Isabel thinks she's living in her own personal hell. But time changes more than just the seasons, and one year is a long time to work out not only each other, but yourself, too. A story about messy hair, heavy drinking, marathons, film trivia and being okay. (This story isn't mine, all credit to oxegenstyles!)

o n h o l d ❁_❁ How do you watch the one you love, love someone else? Ever since she met him, Alice Moore had mixed and unrequited feelings. Harry Styles, the boy she had become best friends with six years ago, was the man she was in love with today. As the months go by, Alice will ultimately have to make the decisions she’s not sure she’s strong enough to make. Throughout the series of events, prepare to uncover the truth – from the moment they first spoke to each other, to the day Harry says, “I do,” to another woman. Copyright © 2013, bloomingcrazy on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

A Harry Styles Short Story "Olivia, You always used to tell me that writing was an entrance to the soul. It had the ability to allow us to express ourselves fully, to create a world which limit was solely your own imagination, and to heal even the deepest of wounds..... And so, given that you are the person that inspired this and all, what better to write about then the story of us? All the Love, H" COMPLETE Warnings: this story may include trauma, language, and death