if you're feeling down, i just wanna make you happier baby ... or, a story of two individuals with polar opposite views on love coming together for the better

"You're wonderful." I whispered. "And you're lovely." He whispered back, voice equally as quiet. Harry leaned over and kissed my cheek, so light that I almost didn't feel it. "Why lovely?" I asked. For a while, he was silent like he tended to be when he was thinking. "To be lovely means to be exquisitely beautiful. The word itself seems rather basic to me. But its definition tries to make it more, and that's what reminds me of you. You are exquisitely beautiful, but you're so much more than that. We need more words to describe you, June, but for now, lovely will work." ... alternate universe Content Warnings: mentions of death, occasional alcohol use, and strong language **this story is very soft. sorry, no smut!

Shark Bait: One who is in a precarious or vulnerable position. Harry's life consists of power and control, one where he makes the rules and everyone follows. Indigo's life consists of trailing after those with power and control, thirsting for knowledge on how they manage to maintain and achieve such authority in an illegal business. Take a dive into the world of unsanctioned aquatic escapades......but only if you can swim. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

It's 1986, and the murder of a local teenager shakes the town of Bridgemont Valley. No-one is more panicked than Adriana Loomer and Harry Styles, the discoverers of the body. Will things ever be the same again?

Eastmount Psychiatric Hospital Project Black Widow Patient n. 384 Name: Harry Styles Date of birth: February 1st, 1883 Date of admission: March 20th, 1905 Date of death: - Additional Information: Disappeared on September 6th, 1906. 24/11/19 #15 in fanfiction

[COMPLETED] *STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* !! Disclaimer: Harry Styles is used as a face and name claim, these characters DO NOT represent who he is as a person, this is purely fiction and not tied to Harry Styles in ANY WAY. !! It's 1973, Marijuana has just been legalised, festivals are booming and rock and roll has become bigger than ever. Oregon is the hot spot for many festivals - psychedelic mushroom festivals, music festivals, rave drug festivals. It's what all young adults dream of in a world where they feel alone. But what happens when those festivals turn into nightmares? What happens when a body unexpectedly shows up? And what happens when the main suspect is the lead singer of the band that headlines every single festival? Are they tied to the murder, or are they being framed? What happens when more bodies start showing up? Join Mary Jane - a twenty four year old cannabis and rave lover, and the mystery of what's going on behind the scenes of these festivals she loves oh so much. It's a journey filled with sex, drugs and rock and roll. What could go wrong? Or what happens if it's all just pretend? "The Summer Of 1973" Harry Styles 1970s AU **CURRENTLY NOT ACCEPTING ANY PRINTING OR TRANSLATING OF MY WORK**

I wish I could tell you that there's still a sliver of innocence left in the world. That there's still good people. That somewhere along the way people drew a line between good and evil. But I can't. The apocalypse changes people. It flips a switch inside your brain to adapt to your new reality. a reality where it's kill or be killed. - overview: Grace Homes struggles to find balance in the new world. Camp New Haven is robbed and raided by Camp inferno, one of the deadliest camps in her surrounding area. She loses people she loves left and right. it's a twisted fate for everyone around her, fighting until their last breath. Harry styles knows what he has to do to keep everyone safe at Camp inferno. He's the only one who will do the ugly shit. Even if that means letting the apocalypse get the best of him. He won't hesitate when it's time to pull the trigger. unless it's 𝘩𝘦𝘳 standing at the end of the barrel. temporarily discontinued *

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*