This is a story of what you wish would happen when you go to college. So buckle up and settle in, because Harry Styles is gonna make us all feel alive again. Highest ranking: 59 in #harrystyles 176 in Fanfiction

In which an ambitious, but lonely heart meets her match in the equally ambitious and lonely heart of none other than famous record label manager Harry Styles, who she tries so hard not to fall for. ◆ "You didn't think to mention to me that the man I had a one night stand with was potentially going to be my new boss?!" you whispered in exasperation down the phone to your best friend. "Uhhmm...surprise! Cecy he's Harry Styles for Gods sake, it's beyond me why you even snuck out on him after all that hot sex you had the other week!" ◆ Harry au, character of Cecelia played by whoever you imagine her to be {mature content throughout} Awards 1st Place The Crazy Awards Rankings 1 #onedirectionfanfiction

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] [TW: Mentions of drug abuse and self-harm] "When I met her, I told myself 'no feelings'. But I guess you know by now that that's never how feelings work." As a 24-year-old working with underage drug addicts in a rehab facility, Violet Rae is less than impressed when her best friend introduces her to Harry Styles, a top tier member in a notorious drug gang in London who has a heavy coke addiction. Harry seems to have taken an unlikely interest in Violet that nobody, including her, him or his friends seem to understand. The two are an unconventional match and before realizing it, Violet is sucked into a dangerous life that goes against anything she believes in. Can two people who have gone through so much trauma and have so many - literal - scars ever really have a happy ending? [Preview] "It's pathetic, I know. I just feel... so much when you're around me. I can't get enough." His voice died down in a whisper before he flicked his eyes up to stare into mine intently. The green in them instantly took my breath away as I got lost and he gulped audibly. "And I don't just like you, Violet. I love you, I really do." My heart stopped beating for a second before it started thrashing violently in my chest. "Harry..." I sighed as I shook my head, but he cut me off. "No, I know you think it's bullshit and that it's too soon and that I'm lying or that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I do." He spilled. "There's so much you don't know about me." I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from his to focus on the pendant that was laying on the mattress. "I don't care." He whispered back and I shook my head. "I... I can't say it back." "I know." I bit my lip at the intensity of this conversation, and I wondered how long it would take Harry to find out he didn't actually love me at all. ** Started: May 2021 ** Finished: November 2021

Josephine Clemonte balances her workaholic parents and her drug addicted twin brother who rebels any chance he gets. Being a senior in high school, things are already stressful as they are-that is until Four, a mysterious curly headed green eyed British boy suddenly comes into her life and changes everything... but for better or worse?

*Story contains mature content* They always told me that I will become the person they raised me to be but they never mentioned that one day a green eyed creature was going to turn my whole life upside down. - He pulled away from me slowly. "What a pure soul you have, Angel." He said to me while softly moving his finger from my forehead to my jaw. "But why do I have this effect on you if you love him as much as you pretend?" I took a moment to assimilate his words. My brain was running in slow motion due to the effect he was having on me. If only I had the answer. - HIGHEST RANKING #1 in harrystylesdark #1 in hs # 1 in harry #1 in longhairharry #1 in darkharrystyles #1 in lhh #2 in harryedwardstyles #3 loveatfirstsight #4 in styles #8 in harrystylesfanfiction #8 in harrystylesfanfic #9 in stylesfanfic #14 in daddyissues #15 in louistomlinson #25 in domesticviolence #25 in hsau #29 in mentaldisorder - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @tbslangel NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE/ DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / SEXUAL CONTENT/ DRUG ABUSES/ MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."- Charles Bukowski.

He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintings. No one would ever understand how much he loved to paint. And then, one night, a new sort of addiction walked into his life. One that would be more detrimental than any before, and yet none had seemed quite so captivating. highest ranking- #82 in fanfiction trailer by @sweetophelias all rights reserved to @derailedthoughts

"I am the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved." Layla Scott is on the run. She changes her name, chops off her long locks, and takes out all the money in her savings account to move across the world. Layla is doing whatever it takes to start over and she intends to never be found. But, a pesky neighbor proves that flying under the radar is harder than she had hoped. Harry Styles is trying to stay afloat. He works constantly to pay off debts and support his family, but finds himself instantly intrigued by the recluse that moves in next door during the dead of night. He makes it his personal mission to uncover the secrets Layla is hiding and undo the damage that has been done; even if she is determined to push him away. But, they'll both learn that sometimes, you have to save yourself. WARNING: Sexual, violent, and abusive content. Also subject to cuteness overload and feels.

1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

"You were given the perfect name to be a stripper, damn shame you weren't given the ability to dance," he smirks, looking me up and down. "How would you know?" I ask, furrowing my brows. "I've been watching you the entire night." "I wasn't trying to dance well; I was just having fun. Trust me, if I wanted to strip, I would strip," I smirk moving the turn away. He lightly chuckles, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him. "Oh yeah, baby, go on then, strip." ___________________________________________ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING TURNED INTO A PDF TO BE PRINTED EVEN IF IT'S FOR PERSONAL USE!