Leaving a space in her job for a student in need of money, Hue Ngo fills the void by taking a job to assist those filming My Policeman. Harry Styles is one of the actors in that film. As passing strangers, the connection is built leisurely - exchanging glances in shared rooms and sending joyous smiles to each other when no one's looking. However, from the smallest ember in a dying fire of loneliness, those same glances have the power to revive the compelling fire. (COMPLETED)

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."

Harry has a bad reputation that precedes him, Y/N just wants to get good grades and stay out of trouble. Somehow they end up sharing a flat. #1 in tumblr (from March 1, 2021)

A shy boy who sees beauty in everything he lays eyes on, and a confident girl who doesn't believe in love, finding common ground in the world of art. tw.

(COMPLETED) Angelina knew the Amalfi Coast like the back of her hand. After all, she visited it twice a year. Harry Styles was sent there to film a music video. Meeting in a pottery class wasn't expected, nor was the future they both built together.

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

Preston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza