"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

[COMPLETED] where she sat and ate her strawberries, while he smoked his cigarettes. -harry styles au -set in summer of 1998 -mentions rape, sexual assault, abuse, fighting, and suicide

* Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* {IN THE MAKING} Gabriella Rodriguez: A tireless 18 year old girl that has to provide for her siblings, more ways than one. Harry Styles: A new teacher at school wanting to know more about the intriguing girl that not only he taught, but bumps into more ways than one. ****** Preview: I walk over to the group of men in front of the stage and start dancing. Swaying my hips to the beat of the song. All of them throwing money at me or tucking bills into my corset. Something about dancing so provocatively felt so dangerous yet exhilarating. My movements came to a halt as I turned around to be faced with a set of green eyes I never expected to see here. Fuck.

Harry loves control and he has no intention of giving it up. Until he meets her. *WARNING* this book will contain elements of BDSM where Harry is the submissive.

Violet, a travelling student, gets involved with a man named Harry Styles whilst studying abroad in France. Turns out, Harry is none other than her young professor. But what's really stopping love?

𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨. 𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧-𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨. @softprada 2020. [ COMPLETED. ] ☆ HARRY STYLES FANFICTION.

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

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.