Westlake, South Carolina. Home to Brooklyn Callahan, the best latte maker on the east coast. Or so her mom tells her. She's lived in the mundane town with two stop lights her whole life, never needing more than the beach, her record player, and three coffees a day to counteract her terrible sleep schedule. Nothing interesting has ever happened to her and nothing ever will...that is, until one of the most famous, brown haired, green eyed nineteen year olds in the world waltzes into her work near closing and orders a black coffee. The ten minute exchange doesn't go very far, but with the whole summer ahead of him, Harry is determined to learn more about the first person he's met in a long time that didn't know his name. Brooklyn has only known quiet, and Harry has only known commotion. What happens when they show each other the sides of life they've been missing, overcome trials, and experience heartbreak, all while learning what love is in the process? EXCERPT: "I'm Harry." He says, and I only furrow my brow deeper. "Brooklyn." I say, even though I told him last night. "And I'm confused." "About what?" "You." "Already? We barely know each other yet." "Yet?" "I said I had the summer off." "...Congrats?" He laughs. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to make the most of it in your little town you call Westlake." Now I laugh. Hard. Almost a little too hard. And now I'm embarrassed. "Sorry, I just have no idea why you would subject yourself to that." I sigh. "I'd like a little bit of nothing." He says, repeating my words from last night. "I mean I guess there's nothing wrong with that...but why are you telling me this?" His gaze averts from me to the window for a few seconds before he looks back at me and shrugs his shoulders. "Don't know. But I like you, Brooklyn, so maybe you can show me around." - every chapter is based off of a taylor swift song, but you don't have to be a fan of hers to read! <3 STARTED JANUARY 2022 COMPLETED AUGUST 2022

Book One (complete). Haunted by the suicide of her older brother, Maddie Turner's life is in shambles. Her overbearing mother pushed her into acting when she was a child, and Maddie has spent the last 8 years playing herself in the biggest sitcom in America. Maddie knows who everyone expects her to be--that tv version of her--but she still doesn't know who she really is. When she meets Harry, a musician and creative writing student, she discovers her true self, the one that was hidden just under the surface all along. •on @wattpad's FEATURED LIST for fanfiction• •on @fanfic's One Direction reading list• •featured on @1dfanficrec's 'Harry Styles' list• •featured on @wpafterdark 's fanfiction list• •see my lists for translations• !! This story is rated M for Mature and contains graphic depictions of sex, as well as references to physical, emotional, and verbal abuse of children; suicide; and drug and alcohol abuse. Please proceed at your own risk. !!

"Say my name," he whispered on the top of my lips while digging his fingers into my hips as he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso. "Harry," I uttered. "You and I both know. That. Is. Not. My name," he said between the kisses that he placed down my neck. "Say my name." He grabbed my face and looked deep into my eyes. His jaded eyes were full of lust and want. "Come baby girl. Say it." "Daddy." ++++ The story may contain sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! Copyright © 2019, mxxnchld All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal this story.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

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

[completed] "I'm Harry Styles. The artist." ~~ Two heartbroken individuals happen to stumble into each others lives and completely change everything. Read to follow Aurora and Harry's journey through these ups and downs as they fall in love but can't seem to escape their past lives. ~~ Aurora Honeycutt, the florist. Harry Styles, the artist. Or as they like to call each other - the Flower and the Capolavoro. ~~ (Book 1) *story contains mature and explicit content*

-Harry Styles Fan Fiction- June Fitzpatrick is brazen and sure. She's driven, yet wild. Innocent, yet feisty. Scheming, and frankly, bossy. Imaginative, sassy ... and a little bit drunk. Yeah, she'll probably blame it all on that last one. A story about sandwiches and the people who make and eat them. - In which housemates Harry and Fitz fake date ** NOT MY STORY! @greenandyellow

Six months ago, I had everything planned, my life, my restaurant, my wedding. Six months ago Harry Styles wasn't part of my life. I didn't want him in it, but he slowly made his way back in my heart and mind. Six months ago I thought I got it all. Deep inside I always knew something was missing. *** "Are you happy?" he asks me, looking at my hand. "I'm getting there," I reply smiling, but drop it as soon as I see his sad expression, "I'm sorry, I-I didn't-..." "Don't worry about it. I'm happy if you are," he stops me, waving his hand in front of him. I nod slowly and reach for the door handle, "I'll see you, yeah? Stay safe." "You too," he replies, giving me a tight smile. I smile back and walk out of the door, letting out a shaky breath. "I love you," I hear him say before I close the door behind me. *** We left Noelle on the verge of getting married. What happened next? Did she chose Thomas, Harry or herself? More drama, heartbreaks and happy moments will accompany us through the second part of the journey. Find out what the future has planned for them. Mature content.