*Warning: I wrote this when I first started writing here on Wattpad when I was like 13 so the writing can be pretty cringy and the plot may not always match up just please don't come for me* 11 months after his ex-girlfriend told him she was pregnant, Harry is facing the challenges and consequences it comes with being...
She was gorgeous green eyes and curly locks just like her father. Her name... Darcy May Joy.
❝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
❝I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me why you can't leave me, Claire!❞ he shouts into the empty room, right at my tearful eyes. ❝Because my feet fail me walking through the door! My knees turn to liquid, my arms lose all strength, and my mind scatters until the only thing I can think about is how I can't lose...
❝This is wrong Harry,❞ I pant as he rips off my top, exposing my bra. I soon give into him as his arms lock on my waist, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. ❝Be quiet baby, we dont want to wake Louis up.❞ // Absolutely no translations or resposts. No exceptions. :) #1 19/10/16
We all have that one teacher who is stubborn, narrow-minded and intolerant. Angelina's new History teacher, Mr. Styles could not be described any other way. Besides his dazzling green orbs and charming smile, he is nothing but someone she cannot stand. But when feelings change and problems rise, Mr. Styles and Ange...
She was the popular girl. He was the nerd. She was the 'it' girl. He was the 'geek' guy. She showed him to learn sex. And he showed her to learn math. Both different but share one love. Will it always be tutoring? Or something more? 2021® All Rights Reserved. Stylesfaris Production.
My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as your...
The Boy Next Door - Marcel, has known Jodie Rogers his whole life, they went to the same school, and also same highschool, they have always been beside eachother aphabetically, meaning they always had to sit beside eachother, yet they've never spoken. Ever. Why would she want to anyways? He's just the school's loser t...
She's new to town, he has lived in the same town for years. She's innocent, he's tainted. She's a teenager, he's a ghost. He haunts the playground looking for his key. Cover by : soundthealarm © All rights reserved © Copyright 2015-2016 * Prologue - Chapter 15 are edited.* ** Sequel : Boathouse ** *** This is a SHO...
What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]
{𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔} 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄...
𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 #2 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒂𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆 {𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔} 𝑪𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍�...
Abigail Porter traieste impreuna cu mama ei adoptiva, Miranda. Tot ce a iubit i-a fost luat cand avea 9 ani. Tatal ei a divortat de mama ei, dorind sa se casatoreasca dupa cu Miranda. In drum spre tribunal a murit intr-un accident de masina care l-a aruncat de pe un pod. Mama lui Abigail, inca iubindu-l pe sotul ei, a...
••• When Emilia Flores met Harry Styles, he soon became a big part of her life. They fell in love quickly. It should have been great. It was great. But when love turns into a dark reality, who will be the one to survive?
"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏" {𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔} 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚 14𝒕𝒉 2018 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆...
"the only promise I made to you was to do my job. I'm a journalist. that's all I ever promised I'd be."
This bad boy had the smell of a delicate flower. COVER, MADE BY ME. WARNING : USE OF STRONG LANGUAGE, ABUSIVE AND POSSIBLY SEXUAL.
*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth wi...
"but you're my best friend's sister" "since when would you care about something like that"
“What are the other songs?” “Huh?” “The other songs, that changed your life.”
At 22, Samantha Harper didn't think she'd find herself stuck. With her final year looming over her head, she needed to find her story - or else she could kiss graduation goodbye. In walks Harry - tall, cute, and her sisters best mate. He always had a way with words, but she never saw him as anything but her neighbour...
❝a story about a lonely girl named emma who finds an even lonelier boy named harry's journal and decides to read it.❞ copyright 2014 © - all rights reserved (please dont judge by the prologue, because it sucks)
I ignored his cute chestnut curls and his plump lips, along with his green eyes. I also attempted to ignore his accent. Do you know how hard it is to try to ignore your teacher completely?
PLEASE READ THE 2018 VERSION ON MY PROFILE! NOT THIS ONE! "You know, it's not good to be out this late.❞ ❝I know.❞ PUBLISHED DECEMBER 2014 [The story does not end on chapter 12] Copy Right ©GAYBOYHARRY
"what would distinguish a nightmare from a dream? within the former, there is fear, anxiety, sadness. you are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. your mind knows what lies in its darkest corner, and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. a dream dangles a fa...
This is a true story about a girl who falls in love with a boy that she hasn't ever seen. She only knows him from a chat on the internet, they still in contact. Will she ever meet her long distance love?
