"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

"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 he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

((warning!: hey everyone! i wrote this when i was like 15-16? and i realized i never put a rating on this story. it's pretty explicit! (i tagged it as mature but i'm going to put in the description that it's 18+ just so it's very clear)) Orgasms. You see that word and you think it's hot...right? Wrong. What if you had them multiple times a day? In front of your class. Your teachers. Your friends. ... Your mom. Harry Styles is a seventeen year old boy from England, he was recently diagnosed with RGS (Restless Genital Syndrome) And guess who's doing a project on the disorder for his medical sciences class? Eighteen year old, Louis Tomlinson. Imagine if you moaned during your algebra test. How does the word orgasm sound to you now? ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ ╰☆╮ [© Copyright 2016 All work is property of louuuology, any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work without explicit permission by the author is illegal] cover by protruding™ playlist for this story: https://open.spotify.com/user/axxmber/playlist/16UmEymIoHwOVdKpemDoQ7

As we kept walking down the hallway,the first thing I noticed were the bricked walls... It was beautiful. The pride flags hung loosely all over the walls with the words "Treat People With Kindness"painted onto them in an effortless way.Instantly feeling a rush of serotonin in my body.A smile forming on my face as i analysed the pretty colours of the rainbow displayed all over the walls.My moment disrupted when i heard the sound of a woman clearing her throat. "Are you ready to discuss the tour with Harry?" . . . //𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲,𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.// Thank you for coming on tour. I love you with every part of me,mi amor. Love,H.

A shy boy who sees beauty in everything he lays eyes on, and a confident girl who doesn't believe in love, finding common ground in the world of art. tw.

Devin has been a physiotherapist in F1 for two years. As one of the best in the field specializing in motorsport physiotherapy, Devin is sought after when it comes to recovery and injury management in F1. Having grown up with the Leclerc family, she is well-known around the F1 paddock and is friends with almost all the drivers. Except Lando. Four years ago Devin walked out on Lando after he asked her to be his girlfriend and ever since, he's hated her. But after a crash at the end of the last season sends Lando into a long recovery period his team decides he needs the best F1 has to offer. And that's Devin. Forced to work together, Devin and Lando try and figure out if all the hate is really just love. TW: themes of abuse, mature scenes.

"Katie, this is Harry, Elijah, Niall and Lucas," Louis introduces me to the four tattoo artists sitting in the back room. They're each working on different designs at their separate stations. "Hi," I greet them, waving awkwardly. Niall, Elijah and Lucas smile at me warmly, each saying a quick hello. Harry looks me up and down, scoffing and rolling his eyes before glancing back down to whatever he was doing. What the hell was that? "Ignore him," Louis whispers. "He's like that with everyone." I stand there nervously and chuckle, trying to brush off the strange reaction. A wave of uneasiness towards the tattooed man with curly hair comes over me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? - TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SEXUAL CONTENT / DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL ILLNESS / SELF HARM / TALK OF DEATH AND SEXUAL ASSAULT / SEX CRIMES

Have you ever wondered what could have been? She's ready to end it all, say her final goodbye, escape the cruelness of the world. A nearby voice stops her and has her questioning her decision. 'What if he became my friend? What if he became more? What if he became my reason to stay?' What if? Dive into Her head as She ponders whether or not He could be Her reason to stay. *** Recommend 18+ Started April 2022 Ongoing

Bloodletter. Everyone knows the name, but few know the man behind it. He's the most ruthless fighter in a local underground fight club, nicknamed for how often he makes his opponents bleed. When Zara Clark, an ambitious writer for her college newspaper, gets assigned the fighter as her next featured piece-nothing will stop her from getting her story. Especially not the cold, arrogant, closed-off man himself. The unexpected connection she feels to him when they finally meet throws her for a loop and she embarks on the wildest ride of her life, as she begins to uncover and unravel the man beneath the legend-Harry Styles. **This story contains strong sexual content and mature themes throughout. Reader's discretion is advised.** Started: March 2020 Finished: July 2021

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace