18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

Hij was net zoals de maan- een deel van hem zal altijd verborgen blijven. - toestemming om te mogen vertalen

"he only comes outside when it rains."

{voltooid} Brooke Adams is een negentienjarig meisje dat erg depressief is. Ze wordt door haar ouders naar een soort jongerenhuis gebracht waar meerdere mensen met allerlei problemen zitten, en waar begeleiders je helpen om overal weer bovenop te komen. Daar ontmoet ze een van de begeleiders, de vrolijke Harry Styles, een eenentwintig jarige jongen die vrolijk in het leven staat. Maar wat als Brooke en Harry toch meer gemeen blijken te hebben dan Brooke ooit had kunnen verwachten? - Harry Styles is niet beroemd in dit boek. - Dit boek kan als triggering ervaren worden als je zelf last hebt (gehad) van mentale ziektes, maar is ook bedoeld om te laten zien hoe mooi het leven kan zijn. Lees dit boek dus voorbereid en klik het dan ook alsjeblieft weg als het te confronterend wordt. Mijn inbox is altijd open ♡. - 01-07-2017 // 30-11-2017 #1 - Fanfiction © Alle rechten voorbehouden aan @SRSBLACK94. Niks uit deze uitgave mag gekopieërd of geïmiteerd worden op welke manier dan ook, zonder schriftelijke toestemming van de auteur.

Taking place in the summer of 1978, the story follows 18-year-old aspiring music journalist, nicknamed Goldie, tasked with following up-and-coming UK rock band - The Orphans - while they do their first tour of the U.S. New to life on the road, Goldie befriends Orphan's front man Harry Styles, a handsome narcissist with an addictive personality. "You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact." - John Lennon ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/Oy8ixhAodNQ

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]