Sometimes, when I'm off tour, I get this itch. Not literal. Metaphorical. Tour ends, the lights shut off, and suddenly I'm just... still. No crew, no call times, no adrenaline. My body rests, but my brain? My brain starts looking for motion. Sometimes, that motion looks like gym sessions, long walks, locking myself in a studio with nothing but an acoustic and my ego. And sometimes? It looks like sex. Not tabloid shit. No god-complex orgies. Just something familiar. Women I trust. People who text back with a wink and nothing more. Like Sasha. Like Lou. Not like Lena. I thought it'd be casual. Banter, late-night texts, sex with no strings. But Lena doesn't do casual. And I'm starting to think I don't either - not with her.

When Lou accidentally loses her nephew's toy whale, she doesn't expect Harry Styles to show up at her door to return it - or to slowly become part of her everyday chaos. What begins with mismatched furniture and late-night sushi turns into something deeper, quieter, and harder to define. In a story of almosts, pauses, and unexpected closeness, Closer Than Skin explores the quiet intimacy of a slow-burn connection - one that finds its rhythm not in grand gestures, but in small moments that linger. --- Short Story inspired from 'The Park' of the Side Quest One Shot Collection. It's a soft story, hope you like it !

COMPLETE🤍 in which famous singer-songwriter, harry meets italian fashion intern, anna by chance and they begin a whirlwind summer romance. when in rome, right? ~~

In which she goes to EVERY LOT concert. or In which he comes out every night in the hope of seeing HER.

"I know we're sloshed but, I've been thinking," he started carefully. She giggled at his words, but didn't stop him, so he continued. "About what you said... about boys? Well I was thinking and...I know we've talked a bunch before about how you've never had a boyfriend and you're like... afraid to not know anything... when the time comes. And I was thinking, maybe - if you were ok with it - maybe I. Maybe I could teach you some things?"He squeezed his eyes tight, in shock that the words had made it out of his mouth. In shock that she didn't scream at him or hit him and run away. In shock that she was actually considering it.Her eyes stayed closed as she adjusted her body to get even closer to his. "Sounds nice.""Yea?""Yeah." Or: the college / best friends / friends with benefits fic that no one asked for but I wrote anyway.

Harry Styles AU Riley Smith was the epitome of self preservation. She had mastered the art of building a fortress around herself, so thick and impenetrable that at 27 years old, no one really knew who she was. At times, she didn't even know herself. By day, she runs 'Buttercups Cake and Coffee' stand at a London Indoor Market. By night, she wallows in a pool of aching loneliness and depression. That is, until a ghost from her past returns, in the form of once best friend now nemesis Harry Styles. And he's opened his own stall on the Market, right next to hers. She can't hide from Harry. He has his very own key to her fortress, because he knows all of her dark little secrets. As her walls begin to crumble, can Riley hold herself up or will she fall down with them?

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.

Frankie Evans, 29, lives a very simple life in a suburb to London. She goes to work, pays her bills and sees her friends. She considers herself the frumpy one of the friend group, never the one to catch anyone's attention. Frankie has issues - she knows that. Her dating life is somewhere between non-existent and rock-bottom. One night she runs into a guy, who turns her world upside-down. He's one of the most attractive men in the world, a household name and hit-maker, Harry Styles. Be advised: mature language and content. Some derogatory language used, but with absolutely no intention to belittle, demean, insult, or disparage anyone.

DJ liked one thing and one thing only. Her niece Gabby. Her 6-year-old niece Gabby made her small world feel bigger. So when Gabby told her she wanted to meet Harry Styles for her birthday DJ knows she has to step out of her comfort zone to make whatever this little girl wants to happen. But what she didn't expect was getting something a little more. Book Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2OsnXctpYzEaYqIYHO1BRC?si=ndQ7jb0sRf-xFu3oLvGVtQ

"So don't ask me where I've been, been avoiding everything. Cause I'm a bad friend." Gwen and Harry have been friends for years. Well...kind of. Harry flits in and out of Harry's life whenever he pleases, and Gwen tries her hardest to not hope he'll see her as more than just a way to blow off steam and get away from flashing cameras, crazy bandmates, and screaming fans. But when Harry finally might be ready for more, Gwen is decidedly not. So, yeah, they're friends. Bad friends. disclaimer: swearing