A one night stand with Harry Styles leads into much more than just sex, but an unexpected pregnancy too. Emery White was shocked to find out that she was pregnant, and even more shocked when she realized that Harry Styles was the father. She decides not to tell him so she wouldn't jeopardize his career. Somehow she always seems to be crossing paths with Harry. Will Emery be able to keep this secret a secret forever?

𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔: the god of beauty and desire. a man so ethereal, so endlessly godlike, endearing and enthralling it wasn't a wonder how he did what he did or got away with what he did. C.W: contains sexual and violent content. 18+. Started: January 2021. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

A cluster of Harry one shots off my tumblr!!

Just a collection of one-shots from my tumblr for people who do not like to read on the app! I have another one of these, but it was starting to get thick and I'm also a big dummy and parts were getting mixed up and confusing, so I thought starting a new one would help straighten it up a bit

Steamy One Shots from my Harry-loving mind :) Mature Sexual Content

Emilia Garcia is tired. After four years of working for a boss who has never even so much as thanked her, she's had enough. She makes the decision to quit, ready to put this job behind her, but then her boss does something neither of them ever expected: he asks her to stay. Except that's not all he asks her. With an expired visa and time running out, Harry Styles is on the brink of deportation, and now he no longer needs Millie to be his assistant. He needs her to be his wife.

i don't have claims on any of the books mentioned. if you need something different to read, you've come to the right place.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

Purple was never kind to the ones in reality. ~ "Get out of here." The familiar boy told the redheaded girl, her heartrate rising with each erratic breath. "He never lets you leave." Purple struggled greatly with mixing blues and reds, ensuring their dye joined as one. Never were they allowed to function on their own. Never were they allowed as individual colors, nor were lighter shades of violet. There was either dark purple, or there was six o'clock. Trembling under the Blue lights, the Red peered over the boy's shoulder at the grandiose poster plastered on the wall. If she couldn't leave Wonderland, then she would watch it burn.