Thea Dames is an up and coming actress. New in the spotlight and not quite use to being the center of attention. That doesn't mean that she cannot hold her own against the top dogs in Hollywood. She is on her own and thriving. Her smooth, clear trek to stardom is interrupted by a PR stunt set up by her manager Cam and Harry Styles manager Jeffery. The thing is...Harry Styles is a nightmare to work with and needs a piece of arm candy to help promote his new album. Thea has a new movie coming out and Harry Styles would help get her name in the headlines. Harry is a result of when giving himself whole-heartedly to fans, media, and relationship is too much. His slogan 'Treat People with Kindness' was thrown out the window when Harry realized nobody gives a fuck about kindness. Why should he? The |hoax| she finds herself in makes her questions whether she wants to be in the Hollywood circles, be an actress, and questions whether all celebrities are as awful and self-absorbed as the one she finds herself in a contract with.

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

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]

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden