Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

"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 •

"Deck the halls with balls of toenails, fa-la-la-la-la, I hate your beard." "I don't have a beard." "I know. It's pathetic." A jolly AU where Harry is an elf-in-training who quits his job and moves to London after the Elder Elves cancel Christmas in the North Pole. He plans to stay in London after that...but he decides to save his favorite holiday instead. And he may or may not enlist the help of his favorite human and full-time scrooge, Louis. ❄ Winner of a 2016 Watty for HQ Love

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

A girl meets a boy. The boy asks the girl out. They start dating, they kiss, they have sex and eventually, they fall in love... This is how relationships are supposed to go... Right? --------------------------------- "Hi," I say, capturing his attention as I move my hair behind my ears. He stops talking with his friends and looks up at me. A grin playing on his lips as his green irises study my face. "Hi", his raspy voice comes out low and slow, giving me chills. I swallow, quickly glancing at Jace and Ronnie waiting for me at the bar counter. "Uhm... my friends said I don't have the bollocks to kiss a stranger and dared me to kiss you..." I say, letting my eyes travel to his friends that are now looking at me. "Okay..." his expression doesn't change, he keeps looking at me with a cocky smirk, "So you want to kiss me?" Shifting on my heels I clear my throat "I mean... Only if it's okay with you" He gives me a smug smile, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip, "Go ahead babe" he says, patting the spot beside him. Mature Content Start: 07/05/2020 or 05/07/2020

"What we had was a flame." [this story contains mature themes, read at your own risk]