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

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

♡ The year is 1994 and Harry is having a reawakening and discovery. ♡ By popular demand, the much-loved story from Harry Tales gets its very own book! Most Impressive Rankings //#1 in Discovery, #2 in Wattpride, #2 in Queer, #3 in Pride, #4 in Pansexual. Please read with discretion.

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.

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

"Why the word Songbird?" "Um, let's see," I nervously chuckle as I think through my answer, "Someone I love deeply used to call me that. They told me that 'I am like a songbird. A beautiful creature who makes the most beautiful music,'" I sigh, as his words echoed in my head, "This person brought out the best in me... before they left me," I shrugged as I slipped one last piece of information, "They inspired this entire album. It's all about him." ***** What if literally running into someone meant love at first sight? Fallon Anderson, a daring and bold woman; a musician who's always looking for an adventure. To her luck, Fallon has constantly been running into Harry Styles. Harry Styles, equally as bold and daring as Fallon, who just so happens to take quite a liking to her. Join them on their crazy adventure as they experience love, friendship, and most importantly... betrayal. Ex-lovers, a tour, steamy hotels & songs written from the worst heartbreaks. It just keeps getting better from here. Songbird - a bird that utters a succession of musical tones, a female singer. ***** WARNING: contains mature content (explicit sexual content, strong language, and/or other mature themes) REUPLOAD; 16/04/2021 ***** Highest Rankings: #1 hsfanfic - 30/04/2021 #1 harrystylesfanfic - 30/04/2021 #1 harrystylesfanfiction - 30/04/2021

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

Anna Taylor. The spoiled princess of the underworld. Harry Styles. The hired bodyguard to keep the youngest Taylor protected from the only world she's ever known. The Taylors are known for their corrupted clubs and the dark things that happen in them. They're known to the overprotective of the youngest Taylor and have a way of making people disappear without a trace. Secrets will be unveiled, and loyalty will be tested. If Anna Taylor knows anything, it's how to get what she wants, even if Harry pretends that he doesn't burn with jealously each time she touches another man in front of him.