#harrystylesdark

[highstrungfanatic]

The Fixing Procedure (Harry Styles)l WATTY'S 2017 l (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/lttf307GVF After her mother sends her to her Aunts Hospital, Isabelle is assigned a patient to become his friend. But, there are more colours to Harry Styles than she initially, guessed and not everyone was prepared for them. Credit to the owner of the picture* Copyright ©theStylesproject 2016: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED U…

[thestylesproject]

The Fixing Procedure (Harry Styles)  - One - (on Wattpad) 

http://w.tt/1YVjtiD

After her mother sends her to her Aunts Hospital, Isabelle is assigned a patient to become his friend. But, there are more colors to Harry Styles than she initially, guessed and not everyone was prepared for them.

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Hello Guys!

Do you like the book cover? 

I have uploaded THE FIXING PROJECT on Wattpad so, please read it! 

Next part shall be up there first! 

-theStylesproject

[ateacupoflouis]

Sin City - prologue

AVERY EMERSON'S POV The tepid Las Vegas sun of an early Sunday morning during winter boar through the worn out, stained wood plantation shutters framing the windows of the bedroom I found myself in; its heat warm and pleasant against my pale skin, slowly yet surely easing me to wake from the slumber I was so sure I’d fallen into with the intentions of not remembering the events of the night before. Silence had consumed me; it was all that I could hear as I turned my head shyly to rest on one side; the feeling of cold, navy silk threaded sheets beneath my skin alluring to the touch as the alarm clock which sat beside a half filled glass tumbler and portion of aspirin on the bedside table to my right teased me with glowing red digits that read 8.26am. It was later than I’d hoped to be awake yet still felt too early to face a judgmental world.

Stretching my limbs out as far as they could reach; a foot slipping out from beneath the covers I lay under, I circled my toes letting a yawn escape from me; which felt both childish yet devilishly relieved.Combing my fingers loosely through my still half curled ebony hair, I licked my lips with a desire to want to remember everything I’d been through, everything that had brought me to this point, yet wasn’t in the frame of mind to piece together any details I could hardly remember. The liquor I’d ingested only hours before still having an effect on me as I struggled to push myself up to sit; palms shaking beneath my own body weight as I slid out of the four-poster bed I’d been comfortable in. Feet firmly against a grey carpet floor, I noticed a blood red silk robe from the corner of my eye laid out over the back of a chair in the middle of the room and quickly slipped my arms into the over-sized sleeves, tightening the waist band beneath my chest to help conceal the little skin I had already covered by cheap, black laced lingerie. Tip-toeing to the heavy wooden double doors on the other side of the bedroom; each step I took felt soft and chaste underfoot. As I opened the doors, pushing them ajar only enough to slide myself through quietly, the sounds of Debussy caught my attention along with footsteps belonging to a stranger. “Ms Emerson I presume”, a middle-aged butler dressed in all black greeted me. I was taken aback by the formalness surrounding my name, pausing mid-step to turn on my bare heels to face him. Arms crossed at the wrists over my chest, I swallowed hard, hair falling before my eyes somewhat unscripted as he smiled sternly, not breaking character. Before I was able to respond with any kind of reaction I was informed breakfast would be ready in 15 minutes – my chance and opportunity to decline the offer revoked prior to having an option to speak. After being given directions to the bathroom of the suite, I wandered in, shutting the door behind me with a sigh; as confused as a young child trying to fit a square peg into a round hole as to why I was here. The immaculate black tiled bathroom was like something I swore was only possible to see within the glossy pages of a lifestyle magazine. The dress I had on the night before had been freshly pressed, hanging on the back of the door and there was another option to wear, clothes I’d ever seen before folded neatly atop the vanity unit. I was quick to get beneath the water of the shower hoping to wash away any sins I’d committed in the last 24 hours. Redressed into the same clothing I’d worn the night before, unsure of the other option on offer, I wrung my hair out over the sink one last time before pinching the apples of my cheeks to bruise some colour into them – a vast difference from the rest of my usual milky complexion. A familiar fragrance of cooked smoked ham and eggs filtered into the bathroom like a golden trail of delicious excellence I wanted to force myself to follow but knew too well I needed to escape. Heading out of the bathroom, I found my shoes tucked by the door and slipped them on stupidly, regretting every soft intentional step I took clicking against the floorboards rather boisterously. I could hear whispers and chatter coming from a room to the left of where my exit looked to be and resting against the wall beside what looked to be an expensive, over-priced piece of modern art, tried to listen in quietly to what was being said. “Madam, your breakfast is ready to be served.” The sound of the butler once again behind me caused me to let out a shuddering yet muted moan as I slid my trembling fingers across my dried lips startled. In spite of the heat I’d just stepped out of in the bathroom, I shivered when addressed; chilled as a bile of panic I wasn’t prepared for began to burn at the back of my throat. The feeling heightened when the door I was eavesdropping in front of began to open. “I do apologize Mr….”, I stumbled over my own words backing in small steps towards the exit, not having gotten the butlers name before yet unsure that I wished to be around to find out. The sound of the door handle turning began to make my stomach churn. “Humpfrey, Mr Alfred Humpfrey.” “Well”, I croaked, my voice breaking as the door from what seemed to be an office began to open, “Mr Humpfrey, you’ll pardon me on leaving with such haste. I um, must be getting home.” “Why the rush..” The three most simple words I heard next trickled into my ears as I stumbled back against someone, their hands quick to my hips as I soon realized, the door opening wasn’t the one I thought yet the one I was trying to escape through. The hold, which had me still, was hot under touch; and after forcing myself to spin to meet the eyes of the person who I’d bumped into, I was greeted with an intense glare, eyes coloured like a night sky before the sun disappears, cold like ice. “I just need to go”, I managed in all of a whisper, my own hands pushing his off as I walked past the young man and his associates; a familiar face with forest green eyes and a whiskey brown eyed girl I hadn’t seen before. “Avery…”, I heard my name called out with each shrill step I took, rushing out toward any direction that would possibly lead me home. It was again the last thing I heard as I stepped into a lift hoping to get down to the ground floor; swift to try and shut the doors although someone stepped in, backing me into a corner crook before I had a chance to flee. Before those doors a chance to open again. His stance shadowed me effortlessly and even though I tried keeping my eyes fixed on the ground, strong fingers beneath my chin lifted my dull hazel gaze to meet his. The attire he wore exuded dominance and wealth. Not a single, delicate detail had been overlooked. I trembled vaguely; frightened by the circumstances - just wanting out. The cologne he wore enveloped me into a europhic feeling I remembered having the night before. “There’s no need to be afraid of me”, he murmured calmly as if the conversation was to be kept amid just the two of us; his forehead dropping to rest against mine, “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Then… what are you… going to do”, I choked up wanting to cry, pausing mid sentence to gain my bearings before I spoke, “To me.” ‘I haven’t decided yet”, he responded honestly; licking his lips the same way I’d done mine this morning yet instead of desire was fueled by what felt like sweet animosity, “But I’ll think of something.”

   So I really, really, really wanted to write a dark and manipulative Harry/Louis/OC story. Here's the prologue, I'm not the greatest writer, but some feedback would be excellent! x

[harryandblair]

When we gonna see blair back that ass up

b: stay tuned for chapter 20

ps im kidding

[backndforthfromnewyork]

AND 85

goddamit marie ugh (ily)

85: Favourite AU?

classic college au is always nice bc they are at that age 

[backndforthfromnewyork]

64, 70, 56, 80 ♡

LMAO

64: Favourite Liam moment?

omg he's so cute lmao he's says some dumb shit sometimes. that time when he was kind of mocking that interviewer was funny as hell. the one with the leopard print dress. ALSO HIS TWEETS. THE PASTA ONE BYE

70: Talk about your favourite's face and why you love it.

um i like harry's mouth a lot. like im obsessed with his mouth. i can't even look at zayn's face without wanting to die. liam has the cutest smile ever. and i love niall and louis's face too. GREAT FACES ALL AROUND TBH

56: Would you rather get high with Zayn or see a movie with Liam?

im going to go with get high with zayn bc then i actually get to talk whereas during a movie i can't BUT I WANNA TALK

80: What do you like the most about Liam?

umm he's just so misunderstood sometimes i think. he does stupid stuff and he tweets dumb stuff. but he's like a good person imo and he doesn't mean any harm. i like his cute head tho tbh 

[backndforthfromnewyork]

45, 12, 54, 32 :*

thx b :))))

45: Do you think the way the boys act in public is how they really are?

i think that to an extent it is. like they're not going to fake it or anything. maybe zayn is a lot more quiet in front of camera than he is when there aren't any. also they are media trained so they have to act and say certain things. but mostly they're themselves. i'm sure that throughout the years they have become more reserved and ye know...a way after being in the spotlight for this long bc there is a difference as to how they were when they first started than how they are now

12: What are your five favourite songs?

omg omg okay i love more than this, happily, 18, over again, i wish...i LOVE THE OTHERS TOO BUT THOSE ARE P UP THERE OMG really love kiss you too and irresistible and strong

54: If you got to spend an entire day with your fav, what would you do?

since i like all five and i can't choose and im annoying im gonna answer individually. with harry i think i'd deff just wanna sit down with him and talk and just try to understand him???? U KNOW????? fuck. i think i'd pretty much do that with all of them. just sit down and talk MAYBE EAT FOOD CAUSE THATS ALWAYS FUN 

32: Which boy is the most like you personality-wise?

my friend jonathan says liam, which i guess kind of. idkkkk

[meeturmouth]

thank ya for taggin me dash-of-charlie, (and lirrysgrunge) laaav ya long time !

1. Do you care about what people think of you?
 nope! not really!

2. What’s the most played song on your iPhone? iTunes says Story Of My Life by 1D @ 445 plays :O but my iPhone says Don't Let Me Go that harry demo (thats fucking amazing btw!)

3.What’s your favourite clothing item? 
black high waisted skinny jeans

4. How many countries have you been to? 
i've never left my country :(

5. Favorite youtuber? 
i rly like brittneyleesaunders, and jaclyn hill does amazing makeup vids.

6. Who is your celebrity crush? 
harry!!

7. Do you have any special talents? no omg i wish!


8. Tea or coffee? 
urgh i want to say tea but i guess both. cos when im out i dont rly trust people to make my tea, i like my tea best so i'd rather just a coffee cos thats p hard to muck up!

9 Last person you talked to? 
the gremlin shor-e


10. what is your age? 
16


11.What’s your dream job?
 cosmetologist 

12.Where do you want to live? northern england errrr southern bit of wales maybe!

13. What’s your female celebrity crush? i cant rly think of anyone right now! but rita ora is sooo pretty and has an amazing voice! loves her hair tooo!

14. What’s your favourite TV show? been watchin loads of gilmore girls lately! 

15. Name a favourite band/artist. 1d obvs!


16. Do you have friends here on tumblr? Who? well i like to think so! ahh been talkin to dash-of-charlie for ages <33 n louteasadle is a babe, hellorhe hello frond. lirrysgrunge and i get up to a good bit of chattin! dimplesfromcheshire and i have recently been q chatty! we love a good bit of fic lmao. americanbleachbabe/not-just-your-average-girl and i live like rly close to each other omg!! n harrystylesdark we've been following each other for agessss and you know my satanic pigeon struggle!

17. What colour is your room? black and turquoise.

 
8. Apple or Android? apple.


9. Do you prefer warm weather or cold weather? cold for sure! hate being hot.


10. What’s your favourite colour? black or purple.


11. If you could met one person who would it be? i'll give ya 3 guesses!

im gonna tag shor-e, hellorhe, not-just-your-average-girl, dimplesfromcheshire, harrystylesdark, louteasadle, thestrugglerightnow, thebitchthatlovedharrystyles and anyone else who wants to give it a go! :D