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"It is the city of love after all." Being with Harry Styles was a beautiful and terrifying thing for a girl who had her life all planned out and organized without him.

[!!!UNDER MAJOR EDITING!!!! Just giving y'all a warning before you read this book that it is VERY POORLY WRITTEN by a 15 year old me. And is in very heavy construction!! So bear with me!!] "Having a neighbor celebrity is not cool.'' And out of all of England , Harry Styles is what I get. Come on , couldn't it been at least Chris Pine ? Or better Channing Tatum ? This is not fair , this is a punishment sent from above. © 2014 All Rights Reserved

Aurelia Vale hasn't seen Harry Styles in years. Their families were inseparable once, spending every summer together at the house in London but until everything changed. Now, she's eighteen, quiet, thoughtful, and back for one last summer before college. She hasn't seen him since years ago back when they were best buddies. Harry's nineteen now, colder, sharper. The boy she remembers is gone, replaced by someone she doesn't recognize. He smokes, he drinks, and he doesn't look at her the same. He's trouble But the house remembers. The late nights, the laughter, the whispers under the stars. A story about distance,memory and the slow kind of love that burns when it shouldn't. London, summer, 2013.

"you know what my last wish is Harreh!?" "Mmhh." "When I die , I want to die as a Styles." ‼️SLOW UPDATES (kind of)‼️

Wren West didn't come to Hollywood to fall in love - especially not with her co-star. Cast opposite Harry Styles in one of the most anticipated films of the year, Wren is determined to prove she's more than just a name on a call sheet. Professional. Focused. Untouchable. That is, until long hours on set and scenes charged with too much tension begin to blur the lines between what's written and what's real. On camera, they're effortless. Off camera, they're chaos. When a spark the studio can't ignore turns into rumors they can't control, Wren and Harry are forced to play a role neither of them agreed to - one that feels dangerously close to the truth. But in an industry built on illusion, falling in love without a script might cost them everything. Because some love stories aren't meant for the screen... they're meant to be real.

"sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one holding the gun"

Love is rare. Some people fight hard to find but unfortunately end up without it. Some people don't deserve it but still are lucky enough to have it handed over to them. Some don't even know what it feels like to be loved, even if they deserve it more than anything. There are moments in your life that you may think nothing is right and that you have lost everything, but with the help of love, my dear, you'll be okay. There is nothing stronger than love to mend a shattered heart.

Harry Styles, 20 moved from England leaving his friends and family for a new start in LA. He's caring, funny, sensitive and a party animal? A heady mix. He likes letting loose at raves, parties, anywhere there's a good time. Player? No, he wants something real.. Lana Monroe, 18 year old high school graduate who devotes her life to having a good time. That includes partying, staying out at all hours of the night, and going home with guys. She's straight-forward meaning she says whats on her mind and doesn't hold back. She's gorgeous and uses it to her advantage, but she has something she's hiding. Who she really is.. Harry and Lana, total opposites in all things but partying. Will Lana be that girl Harry's been waiting for? Or will Harry turn out to be that guy Lana didn't even know she wanted? Will he help her deal with her ghosts? They say opposites attract.. guess we'll just have to find out. (All Rights Reserved © 2013 d0ntstopbelieving)

A short Harry Styles fanfiction where a girl in the crowd just won't get out of his head.

"Why do you want to die?" "Because I'd be stupid to live."

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. No one was supposed to find out. I've always been the good girl, got good grades. I've always listened to what my head told me to do, what was the smarter thing. But this time I listened to my heart. It's funny how someone can break your heart, but you still love them with all the little pieces.

still trying to get to you in hopes you're on the other side talking to me too or am i a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?

COMPLETED Warning: This story will contain self-harm, sexual abuse, and drug abuse. Read at your own risk. Death. It's nature's way of telling us that while it was a good run, it was time for the end. Everyone dies, but that's not important. The moments that lead up to your last breath are what matters, right? It's never been about your final moments, it's what leads up to them that count. Make them great. Live. Make memories, make the moment count. [lots of short chapters in the beginning with the less important stuff] Full credit to manip creators whose work I used in cover.

Madison was warned to stay away from Harry. She knew he was trouble but she knew there was a softer side of him, not just his bad boy reputation. He was dangerous, threatening, but he cared. Harry wasn't exactly the type she usually went for but he wouldn't stay away. She was his and there was no way of escaping. But he was just an irresistible jerk.

Harley doesn't remember her wedding. She doesn't remember the orchard, the church, or why her life is littered with bodies and broken memories she swears don't belong to her. Harry doesn't like the rich. He hunts them down and steals back what his boss tells him to steal. He doesn't want anything to do with them. He wants them all gone. But every clue Harley left herself before her memories were stolen drags them closer together: blood-stained veils, locked trunks, ruined chapels, and secrets buried in orchards across the ocean. As her past unravels, Harry finds himself trapped in a game Harley designed long before she forgot- a game of obsession, betrayal, and control. And in games like this, there's no such thing as winning- only surviving.

pictures of harry styles you're welcome :)

alright let's be real: all stories or fanfics about harry styles are dirty as heck. if you love harry styles or 1d as much as i do and you can't stand the constant "way too much information" content, then this story is for you loves. **** She runs into him unexpectedly. An instant connection is created. The celebrity of her dreams isn't the one invading her dreams anymore. A strong friendship forms. And maybe it becomes something more . . . ?

A love letter through music. The art of a mix tape. Two souls one invisible melody. The Radio DJ and The indie musician New York City early 2000s "Hey hey hey it's your favorite Radio DJ Midnight MJ your one and only Mary Jane!" She's a bass player in a local band. He had a connection to her voice he couldn't understand. When Harry Styles is packing up his gear after a gig. He finds a Mixtape that was left behind at his favorite local venue in the east village, he takes it home and just can't let it go. "Got your tape and it changed my mind. Herd your voice in between the lines... I can hear you singing to me in my sleep..." - Singing in my sleep by Semisonic ///// - Harry Styles AU early 00s indie rock scene vibes -

Former Amity member, James Wood has always attempted kindness, but failed consistently. Life for James has always been factored down what his test result will be, but when the aptitude test doesn't work on him, his future is limited to one thing only - death. I stand from where I sat on the train floor, and look out the open door of the cart. Below me, all the factions collide into a surge of different colors that form sort of a discolored mess. In general, the faction system has always seemed kind of pointless to me. Ever since I can remember, I always wondered why we were split up into different groups. I always wondered why we had to be five, instead of a whole. But pieces of the answer I look for have found there way to me. For example, I know now why I have these thoughts. Not because I am curious. Not because I am smart. Because I am divergent.

Diagnosed and struggling with a mental disorder, 26 year old Harry styles becomes infatuated with 16 year old Delilah Johnson.