{Sequel of Knocked Up} The story of Harry and Sienna continue, this time having a new challenge together.

Set six months after the events of Theirs, we begin the countdown to the biggest day of Marnie's life. But is it ever really that straight forward? The final installment of Harry and Marnie's story. [Please read Ours and Theirs first or this won't make much sense!]

Set two years after the events of Ours; the hiatus has hit hard and no one is feeling its after effects more than Marnie. Can they make it to the big day? The second installment of Harry and Marnie's story. [Please read Ours first otherwise this won't make sense!]

She was gorgeous green eyes and curly locks just like her father. Her name... Darcy May Joy.

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

When seventeen year old Harry moves to a new town, he enters a photography contest where he gets more then just pictures and a story when he choses his complex neighbor as his subject. Started: OCT 2014 WARNING: explicit language, & sexual content

Harry Styles; CEO of 'Pleasing', single dad to two children, prioritizes his job over anything else. Edora Winters; fresh out of college, a nursery practitioner living in the heart of Los Angeles, prioritizes her job over anything else. What happens when Edora, a woman who spends her time protecting children, comes across Harry, a man who spends his days neglecting his children? Even better, what happens when a drunken meet up in Las Vegas leads to a wedlock, to a child of their own, binding them together for years to come? STARTED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2021 FINISHED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2022

❝You drive me fucking wild,❞ he says, pulling at his hair. He moves closer again--this time grabbing me by the waist. I let out a groan as he kisses my neck. ❝Shut the fuck up, baby.❞ #1 ON FANFICTION 04/28/17