❝She was a stranger who became a mistake, but that mistake made him feel alive.❞ A book in which a boy tries to save a girl from drowning but ends up getting dragged down under. [Warning: mature content including drug use, sexual content and rape. Read at your own risk] Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2017. ©

Lucy Robinson - twenty year old model - struggles to become reacquainted with the real world after spending four bloody months in a rehab center due to an eating disorder. Harry Styles - twenty year old pop star - shagged her once and despite everyone else's warnings, finds the troubled and ridiculously famous girl captivating and sets his sights firmly on her, determined to dig down deep and bring out the real Lucy Robinson. Life just...tends to always get in the fücking way. Constanze Saemann :: Lucy Robinson Cara Delevigne :: Herself Harry Styles :: Himself Johnny Depp :: Ren Robinson Ben Barnes :: Himself Kendall Jenner :: Herself

In which Louis Tomlinson hardly refrains from defiling Gemma's younger brother.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

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]

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

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.

The demon hated it when the humans died too soon, but he had to punish them. They were dirty, their ways were immoral and they needed to change their faith. If they refused his lesson, he sliced them, if they fought back, he sliced deeper. He was firm and fair, they were whiny and lacked ambition. But, he didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to break her bones. He only wanted to hold her delicately as if she was a piece of glass, unworthy of being shattered by his rough hands. → Mystery. → Alternate Universe. → Slow Burn. → Cover Made By The Amazing, @EMSGRAPHICS → Completed.

The world as we know does not exist anymore. After dealing with events that nearly destroyed the entire human race, people did everything they could to protect themselves against the harsh environment. Unfortunately, it came with a price. In the world where love is just a myth, can one person make any difference? No translations allowed!

"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 •