"Listen to me, princess. I've had enough of your attitude. We're both in hell here. So either suck it up or shut up. Do I make myself clear?" -- Emma Winston never expected her father to become President of the United States. When she got accepted into her dream school she never expected to have a secret service agent assigned to her 24/7. And when she meets Harry Styles, her personal 24/7 agent, she never expected she could hate someone so much. Will Harry and Emma learn to silently and spitefully coexist, or will circumstances they never could have anticipated change everything they thought about each other? HIGHEST RANK #1 IN FANFICTION Reviews: "24/7 a very lovely book. It's one of my favourite stories ever! It's really well written and soooo cute. I get so damn excited when it has a new chapter. You always get surprised bc there is often something you don't expect to happen. It's perfect♥️" - @FantaStyles "24/7 is worth the read for anyone, not just Harry stans. It's not predictable or cliche like the title may suggest to some. The amount of times I've gotten whiplash from the characters and the situations is uncountable. The storyline is well thought out and the character development is amazing. This book is an 11/10." - @takemyeverybreath "24/7 is far from the cliche fanfiction it might seem. It's a bodyguard story deluxe with plenty of action (and not just the sexy kind). The characters are well written three dimensional people who really grow on you as you keep reading more and more chapters. There is plenty of drama going on, but unlike you often see, it isn't drama for the sake of drama. The plot is very well constructed and the cliffhangers will certainly keep you on the edge of your seat and checking the Wattpad app or site more often then you might like to admit for updates." - @SophiaGordons

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

"We will always be here for you Emily, no matter what." Emily Blackwell, Niall Horan's new drummer. Her life on tour isn't always peaches and cream; leaked photos, hate and a visit from her twisted past. How will Emily cope with the pressure of touring with Niall?

When you're hired to be Niall Horan's girlfriend you would think it's simple, throw a few fake hugs here, throw a few fake kisses there and everyone is happy but what happens when Jenny is hired for Niall? Is this sweet, loveable boy the same person when those cameras aren't around? How will he treat this poor, innocent girl who was forced into this by her mother, and what secrets will unravel along the way? Hired PretentiousNiall © 2014-2015 Cover made by @andallthatjaz1d No part of Hired may be reproduced, or redistributed without written permission from the author. All ideas and written content belong to the author. For permission contact Pretentiousniall on Wattpad.com

"Hi." -It's a short, simple word. But it's how love starts. --- Book 1: Five Dirty Little Secrets --- All copyrights reserved. If you find this book anywhere else please report it, and send me a link. ---

We found ourselfs in the music we hear and the songs we make.

[Niall Horan AU] text style; it all started with a question and ended with an answer. Serious laugh out loud moments, naughty jokes, ridiculous cuteness, super fluff all over the place, and maybe a little smut. Who knows... lol

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

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.