"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 exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.

Arabella is just an average girl, who, btw, struggles with bullies. When her bestfriend Harry leaves for the X-Factor, she doesn't know if she can go on. In a story filled with love, sadness and suspense, will she be okay? A/N: Hello beautiful lovelies, request! I'll write literally anything OneDirection related(:

harry is tired of being sad everyday. he wants to be happy again, like he was before anne passed. maybe louis can help him feel whole again?

in which a girl finds love through dance | a harry styles fanfiction *based on the 1987 american romantic drama dance film dirty dancing*

where delilah loses hope but harry believes. -- short story Warning: Suicidal Thoughts can be triggering. Younger readers are advised to read what they are comfortable with.

In which Niall is depressed and writes his thoughts and feelings down in a diary. Trigger Warnings: SH, Suicide, Intrusive Thoughts

Harry Styles is depressed, anorexic, and suicidal. It's not until Louis Tomlinson, a normal guy, shows up to Harry's school that maybe, Harry could start... being okay.

[Complete] Harry is sad, lonely, depressed and in need of a saviour. When Louis moves to town, everything changes. TW for self harm and death (It's shitty at the beginning but it gets better, I promise! Just keep reading and you'll see!)

Hello, I'm Harry, I'm 16 years old. And I met a boy, named Louis. Larry Stylinson. Warning: Self-harm.