"What are we doing, Honey?" She keeps her face close to mine without an immediate response to my question, looking uncertain and flicking her gaze down to my mouth due to its close proximity to her own. When her blue eyes meet mine once more after becoming momentarily distracted, her rapid breaths puffing against my upper lip and cheeks flaming in nerves, I send her a hopeful smile and await the answer I know will leave her parted lips. "I don't know," she shakily exhales, "But I don't want to stop." - Carter Honey and Harry Styles have always been the best of friends. After over a decade of being practically attached at the hip, will going away to college together and facing new experiences change things between them? After all, love finds you when you least expect it, right?

*Slow Editing* Aubrey, at 19 years young, just finished her first year in University and finally got the chance to visit her childhood best friend in London - Eleanor. During what she planned out to be just a short trip, obstacles appear, and change the plans she had. Harry, at 21 came back from studying in Oxford, to live back home in London for the summer. He, too, is a very close childhood friend to Eleanor. But little did Harry know that he would finally meet the love of his life - or shall we say re-meet. Will they remember each other? Will all those buried feelings arise once again? Or will they just continue on with their lives just as they were? .. "The moon is smiling at you." I couldn't help but smile widely at his words. He was right. The pearly moon was smiling, the stars were twinkling, and his love to me was infinitely sparkling. .. PM is in extensive slow editing. Brief plot change in the beginning, nothing major. .. Awards x 3: • Kiwi Styles Awards 2020 - 2nd Place into Semi-Finals • Have A Chance Contest 2017 - Third Place • 2017 Real Person Fiction Awards - Second Place Rankings: • #18 in Emotional | 24.06.2019 • #5 in Harry Styles Fanfic | 02.03.2019 • #17 in AU | 23.06.2019 • #3 in Liam | 22.05.2019

Harry, an autistic baker, crosses paths with Rana, a depressed teacher. From a slice of upside down orange cake to many adventures together, this is their heartwarming story.

[COMPLETED] "I see you've become brave" He chuckles, his eyes dark. "I didn't have a choice," I say without a hint of emotion in my voice. His eyes stay still at me when after a certain point I look away for a moment as the situation was getting too intense. Our silent breathing filled the room as he stood there holding me to the door, his fingers digging deep in my skin. Hard but not enough to hurt. "You have to tell me what goes on in your mind when it comes to me. Why do you keep hurting me?" I look him in the eyes, questioning. He leans in making me doubt what he intended to do as I turn my head looking to my left. His forehead softly touches my temple and rests against it. For some reason, it calmed me down. I stand there not moving a bone, too scared perhaps. Slowly, he takes a few strands of hair tucking it behind my ear. I hear him take a deep breath, and slowly exhale through his mouth parting his lips. His warm breath made my skin moist as he slowly he leans further down to my ear and he touches it softly with his lips sending shivers down my body. "Trust me, you don't wanna know what goes on in my mind when it comes to you." //Grace Evans is the childhood friend of Harry Styles, a member of the world-famous band 'Affinity'. But things go haywire as Grace enters the world of Harry, getting hurt and feeling perplexed by the changed vision. But what caused her to get involved in things she never thought she would and get into a world she absolutely despised? What made her do things against her morals? How does becoming a part of 'Affinity' turn her world upside down? More importantly, will they survive the storm together? Or will one of them have to surrender?// ♡HIGHEST RANKINGS♡ #1 IN NH #1 IN LT #8 IN ZAYN #8 IN CRIME FICTION All rights reserved to @Louisgurl1D STORY CONTENTS: •VIOLENCE •MATURE CONTENT •PHYSICAL ABUSE •SEX •VULGAR LANGUAGE •MENTAL HEALTH •SELF HARM •DRUGS

Art is whatever we want it to be. It's definition malleable as it passes through person to person. The same can be said about aesthetics. As human beings, we are all different and find beauty in many things and what we define as beautiful differs from person to person, young and old, meek and bold. Art is equal to beauty, it is unique to the individual and special to those who can see the passion behind it. Carter shows her art by leaving indelible ink stains on people's skin, a mark that can never be erased: the mark of her masterpiece. Harry, on the other hand, spreads art wherever he goes with a simple gesture, kind words, and, of course, the ink on his skin. She's looking to make her mark. He's looking to win her heart. ©StylisticMoods2015 Edited and Revised August-September 2016

When Intel is found that Mia Frost had a target put on her back by her father's old enemy, her life is put into the hands of a highly trained assassin. Working for the British Intelligence, Harry is a highly trained killer. Knowing when and how to execute a plan with complete perfection he is the ultimate weapon. Being the best at what he does, can he keep Mia safe from the entire world or will his and everyone else's world around him crumble?

❝ I let myself believe you'll come to love me as much as you loved you're wife ―I've never been so wrong. ❞ In which she falls in love with an self centered asshole who uses her for his own sexual pleasures. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 © -𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 | 2018

Cassandra Lowe's parents seem to always be at work, leaving their two children with relatives far more than they would like. One day, Cassie's father gets a call asking him and his wife to take a trip to Australia, thousands of miles away from their children. They accept the offer but know they can't leave their seventeen- and eight-year-olds with their grandmother since she was recently bedridden. The couple decides to entrust Cassandra with watching after her little brother with the help of an assistant caretaker who will make daily trips to see them. The pair is pleased with their arrangements, but when the sitter is late, the couple has to leave before meeting the woman who will be taking care of their children for the next week. With slight hesitation, the couple leave, boarding a plane, assuming the elderly lady would arrive sooner rather than later, but little did they know they had hired a dangerous psychopathic killer named Harry Styles. Will Cassandra and Ben escape the harmful hands of their psychotic sitter? Or has he already set his eyes on the young and pure Cassandra...? -COMPLETED- • NO TRANSLATIONS • Description updated on 11/08/25 Highest Ranks: #11 FanFiction #16 Mystery/Thriller Editor: @GrumpyKatx Cover by: @navigate Trailer by: @cuddlingashton Copyright© 2014 _Discovered_

For as long as she can remember, Maddie Graham has had only one dream, to stand on a stage, facing an adoring crowd and sing the songs she has spent years penning alone in her bedroom with only her guitar for company. Tired of taking the same old gigs in the same old venues, Maddie lands a job working on Harry Styles' world tour. Only to find an all new dream in the form of the tall, green eyed man that graces the stage each night. What will she do when the spot light finally comes calling just for her? That's everything she has always wanted, isn't it? Two dreams, one girl and an impossible choice to make.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."