"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...
16 year old Lucy May has known her best friend Liam Gallagher ever since they were both young. Watch what happens when their feelings for each other grow more and more serious..
*COMPLETED* 1941-1945 A two-part story about love in times of war. * "It is still you... It has always been you, Grace"
"What we had was a flame." [this story contains mature themes, read at your own risk]
Noun: adoration - deep love and respect for a person. "You never cared about me, did you Harry? You made it seem like you did, but you chose your so called 'friends' and career when you walked out that door before." "Lila, I promised you I would always adore you for as long as I live. You've never learned h...
He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintin...
After a chance encounter, social worker Nia Cole and novelist Harry Styles navigate through the trials and tribulations of young adulthood together. A story of rediscovery and rebirth, a Sunflower and its Sun. ---------- 'Look, no offense, but I don't really know you,' I say scooting over to give us a little space. '...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
Where a one night stand with a famous singer turns into a bundle of joy and an eighteen year commitment
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...
*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...
"I've dragged you into my shit...I feel stupid" I looked away from him at all the mess I had created around us. "I didn't really resist to be honest" "Pff" my flat looked like somebody had broken into it and the worst part was that I couldn't remember half the things that I had done. "You really scared me last night"...