"You said, no you sang, you sang that everything was gonna be alright. You said that we'll be alright, Harry. But did you mean that?" Where Belle Olivia Granger encounters five young boys who happen to be in the biggest boyband on the planet, and she can't help but fall for the one with the striking green eyes. *this story contains mature and explicit content* Completed January 1, 2021. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 IN FAN #2 IN ONE DIRECTION #6 IN LIAM PAYNE #11 IN HARRY STYLES

"I was hiding in doubt till you brought me out of my chrysalis...and I came out new...all because of you." Josephine McArthur is well and truly lost. After completely uprooting and changing her life she is left unsure of pretty much anything. An unexpected friendship tilts her already unsettled life on its axis, and she's just holding on for the ride. Jo is living all of our dreams when her idol becomes her best friend. Sleepovers, parties, Sunday breakfasts, and a world tour? Jo can't stay wrapped in her comfort zone for long. "Caterpillars are born with everything that they need to become butterflies...bit-by-bit they unlock information from the caterpillars cells...the butterfly's new self forms inside of the chrysalis." . . . . this story contains mature themes including sex, drugs, assault, depression, death, talk of suicide, anxiety and adult language.

"Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive." In which a girl called Ana meets a boy called Harry who has a strange fascination with the rain. [cover by: @rowlipsticks] highest rankings: #1 in fiction #1 in harrystyles

Marigold Styar has been best friends with Harry Styles since before she can remember. That doesn't mean she doesn't see him as more. As they embark on the new journey of college, and sharing an apartment together in the big city will he finally give in? Will he finally come to terms with what he has with his best friend? Or will he continue to live in his fear of losing their friendship, and his fear of being heart broken by the flirtatious, life of the party Marigold? Their relationship has always been black and white in Harry's eyes because he's positive she doesn't want anything more. For Marigold... Well, it's complicated. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! "Confessing your feelings is the biggest gamble ever played. You'll either get everything you wanted, or lose everything you never wanted to lose." - Rishabh Raj *Story contains mature and explicit content* TW: There is assault, and harassment in this story!

[COMPLETED] What would you do if your roommate was the person you hate the most? Amy now lives with her enemy. The one who broke her heart and she hated. The one and only, Harry Styles. © londonstars

COMPLETED!!! "We got the Confidentiality Agreememt in the mail a week before they moved in, Cora and I both signed of course, we crossed the T's, dotted the I's, the whole deal. It's our second time getting one of those bad boys in the mail since moving here to L.A. The neighborhood, not too shabby, I love it here, but there's never any big stars, last time the agreement was for Ashley Tisdale, though my childhood self would have died to know I would be living next door to THE Sharpay Evans, adult me didn't give two fucks. So I signed it, not really caring, knowing it will be the same as last time, just another star, wanting to live their life as normal as they can, if that's even possible, and I'm being forced into signing this agreement so they can live in a pretend world of nice neighbors and make believe for however long they decide to stay. I was wrong about this one though, upon signing this, I didn't know it would be him, Harry Styles moving in, just next door to me, the girl who hasn't stopped posting about One Direction since she started making YouTube videos." WARNING: there will be language and sexual content(:

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.

"They say insanity is trying the same thing but expecting something new" - Anson Seabra. SEQUEL TO STYLIST El kept telling him it was only meant to be for one night. She kept that mentality, or tried to. Harry didn't believe one bit of the front she put up so he fought hard. Right when he had her...he pushed her away. Through heart break and confusion that neither of them expected they found each other again, but can they make it work, or were they truly doomed from the start? EXCERPT: "When someone like me feels pain, or happiness or anything for that matter, I take it and I go with it... I use it as inspiration." He tells me. "So you wrote a song about me?" I ask, feeling my hands fumble as I try not to act as nervous as I feel while waiting for the answer. "The whole album is about you..." he tells me, and I realize he's more nervous than I am. I broke his heart... we broke each other's heart, and now all we can do is pick up the broken pieces... or try to.

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!