[halloween special: ✔] When I had decided to go to my best friend's boyfriend's Halloween party I hadn't expected five things to happen. One, that Blake would have me go dressed up as a "sexy vampire". Two, there would be a contest on who could scare me the most (damn you, Payne). Three, I would be ditched by my best friend so she could be all up on Mr. British. Four, my only company would be a non-frightening ghost that merely had a sheet draped over his head. And lastly, five,that I would find myself on an adventure with said ghost, and find myself falling for him. Well, this was clearly an eventful Halloween. ©2015 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved.

Holmes Chapel, 1985: Best friends since childhood, Harry and Thea have grown up to lead lives on opposite ends of the spectrum. He's a journalist for Rolling Stone, always country-hopping and eagerly awaiting the next big thing. She's been a waitress at the diner in their hometown for five years, bound by routine. Thea and Harry keep in touch through letters and postcards until the day he returns home and flips her world upside-down.

❝I used to think everything would be black and white. But it's not. There's always an in between, a shadow that overlaps right from wrong.❞ in which a supposed murderer and the supposed person that's supposed to convict him fall in love. © purelyhxrry c o m p l e t e d.

in which a girl who loves egg-rolls has the most afflictive birthday of her life. ©winniethel0u

A short story in which a girl learns that a single conversation can make you view the entire world differently. ~ * 1st place best short story- Rose Gold Awards * 1st place best story story- Seraph Awards ~ Copywrite @GotTheStyles Cover art by @IngahansenN

Maybe she never should've joined the game. SHORT STORY.

"You may be able to boss me around getting you your fucking coffees and making your appointments at work everyday." Harry began in a low voice, grabbing a fistful of my hair, bringing my head back against his broad shoulder as my body quivered before him. "But here," He continued, lips grazing against the shell of my ear as he pressed me further down onto my bed, uttering one last sentence that made chills run across my spine in the best way as his grip around my curls tightened. "You answer to me."

I would give anything if only the portrait ages while I remain young. And yes, also my soul.

{COMPLETE} "Have you ever been touched like this before Harry?" She whispers and he whimpers against her touch. "N-no." He stutters, fighting the urge to give into temptation. He was just an innocent, sweet, virgin church boy. She was determined to change that. The only thing preventing that from happening was a mischievous boy named Louis. Highest Ranking: #3 in Harrystylesfanfic All rights reserved @stylesxwriter, 2016©️