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You will do anything for me.

Leituras 101,738
Votos 1,143
Capítulos 35
Tempo 2h 16m

Leituras 101,738
Votos 1,143
Capítulos 35
Tempo 2h 16m

harrystyles onedirection

"Sing something for me, Brookie." little Harry says. 

I shoot my head up from the ground at Harry. "What?" 

"Sing something, I've never heard you sing before." he says, tilting his head to the side.

He's wearing a white T-shirt with a picture of a football on, blue shorts and football boots. He looks adorable.

"But I can't sing..." I say quietly, looking down at my little pink jelly sandals.

"Of course you can, everyone can sing!" he says, tugging on my dress.

"Not me," I say, shaking my head.

Harry scoots closer to me and lifts up my chin with his finger.

"Please? For me?" he says, his eminent green eyes gaze deeply into mine and I really can't refuse.

I take a deep breath before looking out at the lake and singing my favourite song in the world.


10 years later, 16 year old dimpled cheek and curly haired Harry
and pretty, witty 15 year old Brooklyn are anything but prepared for the future ahead of them.

They've been best friends for longer than they can remember. 
Throughout their ups and downs, smiles and frowns, nothing and no one
can ruin their friendship.

But what happens when Harry discovers Brooklyn's biggest secret,
Brooklyn is forced to give up her dream to rush into hospital and Harry may just be the only chance she has?

Will Harry really do anything to make Brooklyn happy once again?


You will do anything for me.
Written by Faye.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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17BLACK // Larry Stylinson, de bottomhoe

"Get lost, pig. I have you know, I'm an aspiring model and I have no time for frat boys like you." "I-I'm not a frat. I'm H-Harry by t-the way." Louis only looked at him with an unamused face, raising his hand to his lips, taking a drag from his cigar. Harry was silent for a while before an idea popped in his head. "My- my band." The curly haired boy said. "My band is looking for a model." "Oh yeah? You can sing?" Louis said, blowing out the smoke from his cigar. "Y-Yeah." "Sing me a song then." Harry's eyes widened. "U-uhm, I dont have-" "C'mon. Sing." Louis pushed on. Harry gulped, nodding. "Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall you were looking out of place. Gathered up your things and slipped away. No time at all I followed you into the hall. Cigarette daydreams. You were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak. Nearly brought me to my knees." Harry sang, trying to hit the right notes in the right places. He thought he did alright. Louis smirked, biting the end of his cigar to hold it between his teeth as he neared to a nervous Harry. "Who's your manager?" "The b-blonde boy with t-the bike." Harry pointed behind him. Harry lied but he hoped Louis didn't notice that. Louis turned his attention to the boy waving at him from across the street. He nodded, looking back to Harry. "Here's my number." Louis picked out a pen from the pocket of his jean jacket and grabbed Harry's hand, starting to write his digits on Harry's palm. "Call me." He walked back to his house, winking at Harry. Harry grinned at him, blushing and turned around to his blonde, irish friend, running to him saying, "We need to make a band." ________________________________________ Inspired by the movie, Sing Street.

RED ROOM [H.S], de sweetfixs

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

Finer Things // h.s., de stilefile

My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; his pinkie wrapped in mine is a feeling I've never realised I crave so badly. Perhaps because I couldn't have it. Not until now. **** With growing up comes change and for Tilly and Harry - change was their detriment. *this story contains mature and explicit content* * COMPLETED* Highest Achievements: #1 in one #1 in onedirection #1 in hs1 #1 in secretlove #1 in harrystyles #1 in films #1 in onedirectionasthemselves

The Unpredictable (Compelete), de 90swhore

*ATTENTION* (This story was written in 2012, so it sounds like icky, BTW this is NOT my story. I'm posting my friends story ) ------------------------------------------------ Jane Whitney is a regular girl, with a terrifying past. She struggles to maintain her life simple, but when she goes to a One Direction concert with her bestfriend, her life goes from hard, to harder when she finds herself meeting un-likely acquaintances, and even falling for someone she never even intended too. She'll meet obstacles, and will make choices about career or love. Otherwise everything else, is unpredictable.

Electric Box |H.S|, de GoldenGirlyyy

*COMPLETE* MATURE CONTENT (18+) PLEASE DON'T COPYRIGHT "Go fuck yourself Harry! this conversation is over you need to leave" I hate him so much, but I seem to not have listened to my words and thoughts as I move way closer by his lips. "All you have to do is stop with your attitude darling and turn around and slam the door in my face, but we both know you don't wanna fucking do that" He's fucking right, but I can't seem to move now as we both stare into each other's green eyes. I don't know what took over me, but all of a sudden I took him by his collar and place his lips on mine... Just at 25 Ruby Jones is a single, beautiful, sexy, shy redhead Mother and is struggling with her life. She had her son at 20 with the help of her grandparents and father of her son but no longer together because of his temper, and her parents died when she was just 5 in a car accident to a drunk driver so her life isn't easy. In general she is a stay at home body but she needs that to sort of change even if she's a mom and has responsibilities she wants to try and have fun for once. That being said she has to find a new job fast so when she finds one that makes very good pay she seriously has no idea what's about to hit her. At 27 Harry Styles the grumpy, dashing, mysterious man has it all, he's rich, ladies all over him, lives in a Penthouse in Manhattan, has two successful jobs, club owner and believe it or not a 1st grade teacher. He doesn't need to complain about life but sadly his childhood was so terrifying it scarred him forever, he'll always want to know what love feels like but he shelters himself because it's for the best. He tries to better himself starting in September, so he's getting ready for back to school night at Rockport Elementary where he teaches and he has no idea that this pacific night his entire life is about to be flipped upside down. Hope you enjoy this story GoldenGirlyyy<3 COMPLETE ❤️

Little Things [Harry Styles fanfic] | ✔️, de WeAreOk

Hey guys! So this story is very old and very cliche. I wrote this on an old One Direction fan account on Instagram nearly 7 years ago when I was 14. So keep that in mind when reading it because there will be mistakes! Every girl loves One Direction, I mean why shouldn't they? They're adorable and charming. Avery has quite the opposite opinion of them. Avery's father is the manager of One Direction. She ends up spending her summer touring with the boys and has grown to like all of them... Except for one, Harry Styles. Why? She thinks he's a womanizer and a player. As the tour goes on she realizes he isn't all that bad. What will happen when he gets flirty and she actually likes it? Read to find out...

Nothing More Than Best Friends (A Harry Styles FanFic), de Spreading_My_Wings

PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM PERIODICALLY EDITING ALL THESE CHAPTERS, SO THEY MIGHT BE AWFUL BECAUSE I WAS YOUNG AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT GRAMMAR WAS A YEAR AGO.... We used to have this game. I would sit in the audience and he would have to try and find me before the end of the show. If he did he would have to do something really weird we agreed upon while on stage. But as One Direction became more famous, tickets became more expensive and I wasn’t going to rely on Harry paying for every live show I attended. So I would visit a couple of times, I met the boys a few times and they were really lovely, but it wasn’t enough to keep the relationship Harry and I had as strong as it was. I get an occasional “Hey” text every month or so, but I haven’t seen him in about 2 years. Living right next to the Style/Cox household, I see Anne and Gemma all the time, but the few times that Harry came home, I was either on vacation or in college in the states. Harry was my best friend, but it seems like every day, the hope that we will go back to the old days comes slighter. But, little did Harry know, I was coming back into his life, well I didn’t technically know either. With my long blonde hair that reached the small of my back, dip dyed pink and purple at the ends instead of my short hair that stopped just after my shoulder blades. With my thin legs and flat stomach instead of my chubby cheeks. And the fact that I was no longer the little girl that every guy wanted as their best friend, but the girl that every guy drooled over. Harry was bound to not recognize me when I sat in the third row of his next concert in London … did I mention that every concert he would win the game?

18 Going On 30 || h.s. au, de hotgirlharry

They've known each other since they were eleven, inseparable best friends for as long as they can remember, but long distance and spotty behavior causes them to lose touch after graduation. When Maddie and Harry run into each other again ten years later, what happens when feelings that were pushed away begin to resurface? EXCERPT: "How about this..." He suddenly gets an idea, a bold one, but he can't help but share it. "If neither of us are married by thirty, let's get married." Obviously, she'll be married by thirty. She's perfect, and any man who's as dense as a rock could see it. Surely, someone will sweep her off her feet and put a ring on her finger in the next twelve years, it's inevitable with the type of person she is. Deep down he wants it to be him, but he wouldn't dare make a move that could ruin the strongest friendship he's had his entire life. Maddie finds herself smiling at Harry's idea, she loves it. It won't happen though, because some girl in the future is bound to fall in love with Harry and his kind heart, and he'll be head over heels for her too. It's inevitable that someone will fall in love with his dimpled smile and caring soul, and even though Maddie already has, she wouldn't dare make a move that could ruin the strongest friendship she's had her entire life. The age of thirty is twelve years away for them, it's too obvious that nothing will come from this harmless bet. "Deal." "Really?" Harry raises his eyebrows, amused at her response. "Really." They shake hands just as the song comes to an end and another one begins. But Harry doesn't let go of Lainey's hand, instead he catches her off guard by spinning her under his arm and dipping her. "You better not fall in love then." STARTED MARCH 2021 COMPLETED OCTOBER 2021 *NOT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH THE REAL HARRY STYLES OR HIS CAREER*

Stockholm Syndrome//H.S, de dorkaliciousdama13

As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)

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17BLACK // Larry Stylinson cover

RED ROOM [H.S] cover

Finer Things // h.s. cover

The Unpredictable (Compelete) cover

Electric Box |H.S| cover

Little Things [Harry Styles fanfic] | ✔️ cover

Nothing More Than Best Friends (A Harry Styles FanFic) cover

18 Going On 30 || h.s. au cover

Stockholm Syndrome//H.S cover

17BLACK // Larry Stylinson

"Get lost, pig. I have you know, I'm an aspiring model and I have no time for frat boys like you." "I-I'm not a frat. I'm H-Harry by t-the way." Louis only looked at him with an unamused face, raising his hand to his lips, taking a drag from his cigar. Harry was silent for a while before an idea popped in his head. "My- my band." The curly haired boy said. "My band is looking for a model." "Oh yeah? You can sing?" Louis said, blowing out the smoke from his cigar. "Y-Yeah." "Sing me a song then." Harry's eyes widened. "U-uhm, I dont have-" "C'mon. Sing." Louis pushed on. Harry gulped, nodding. "Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall you were looking out of place. Gathered up your things and slipped away. No time at all I followed you into the hall. Cigarette daydreams. You were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak. Nearly brought me to my knees." Harry sang, trying to hit the right notes in the right places. He thought he did alright. Louis smirked, biting the end of his cigar to hold it between his teeth as he neared to a nervous Harry. "Who's your manager?" "The b-blonde boy with t-the bike." Harry pointed behind him. Harry lied but he hoped Louis didn't notice that. Louis turned his attention to the boy waving at him from across the street. He nodded, looking back to Harry. "Here's my number." Louis picked out a pen from the pocket of his jean jacket and grabbed Harry's hand, starting to write his digits on Harry's palm. "Call me." He walked back to his house, winking at Harry. Harry grinned at him, blushing and turned around to his blonde, irish friend, running to him saying, "We need to make a band." ________________________________________ Inspired by the movie, Sing Street.