These are just so imagines about Mason Mount, if you have any requests dm me. Also, not really sure when I will post. - Under editing, so if you get many editing updates. I'm sorry

En tjej som ständigt och evigt har försökt att få tag i sin bror lyckas, det visar sig vara ingen mindre än Louis Tomlinson. Efter en månad bestämmer hon sig för att ta första bästa flyg till London där hon möter Louis, sin bror, men även Harry Styles. En kille som inom snar framtid kommer att vara så mycket mer än bara brorsans kompis. Dom två tillsammans blir en perfekt katastrof. OBS! Denna bok kommer innehåller en massa kärlek.

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

An ordinary fan living her life until one day she meets the man she completely bases her life off of.

"Can my daughter please come with us?" Harry's security guard asks the question that changes their lives forever. When Harry's security guard needs to bring his daughter with them on tour a bittersweet taste of beautiful fate comes in their way.

The people you meet at a tattoo parlor always hold a story. This is Regan and Harry's. Regan thinks she has it all figured out. She just started University in her favourite city, moving there together with her best friend. But when she decides to fulfill one of her biggest dreams - a tattoo - and meets Harry Styles, a man who istantly fascinates Regan, she soon finds her life being turned upside causing her to question everything. Story includes vulgar language, smut and minor drug abuse. DISCLAIMER The Story and all characters are fictive and based entirely on the authors Imagination. Besides their physical appearance they have nothing in common with the celebreties who display them. The Story was written by me and it was all my idea, so please do not copy my story or claim it to be yours. Any similarities to other fanfiction is completely coincidental. If you'd like to translate this Story, please message me about it first.

Just as things were starting to come together, everything slipped away. A tragic series of events forces Kate to learn her love story backward while it keeps moving forward. Styles Not Prince

She wasn't expecting it, nor was she prepared. She never thought she would find anything like it again, something so... pure. Emotions were foreign to her. She was not capable of feeling anything. Love was a concept not many people understood. She certainly did not. She was deserted, but content. She was certain nothing could break down her walls. Until the understanding of that very complicated concept came into view.

Harry lives in a world of black, white, and grey. Colour doesn't mix nor does it belong in the realm of business that solely grasps his mind. There was no way out; but he doesn't want that. The passion he has for his career, made him strive his way to the top, creating an empire of success with pure admiration. Serenity lives in a world of infinite colour. Black, white, and grey don't mix, nor do they belong in the realm of dancing that exists within her heart, soul, and mind. There was no way out; but she doesn't want that. The passion she has for her career, made her strive the way to the top, creating a dance studio that was successful, but is failing quickly over time. The two are identical, leaving only two differences: she loves tea and vibrant colours; and he's a coffee addict and simply monochromatic. Will she help him open his eyes to see what the beguiling world truly holds? One that she firmly believes is more than a commercial offer. .. "Why are you so persistent? No means no." His brows were furrowed in perplexity, as his emerald gems gazing intently into mine. "Why are you so against it? No can mean yes. You just have to see it. You just have to believe in possibilities." I knew he could see the twinkling in my hopeful sapphire eyes. I was determined to convince him.