My fingers rested for a moment on my cold silver door lock, my breath growing shallow as I tried calming it, chest rising and falling more rapidly than a minute ago. I turned the lock and waited just another moment before opening the door, coming face to face with a vision from my past. "Harry?" I asked, my voice much smaller than I'd anticipated. I wasn't sure of the emotion I was feeling. Anger, guilt, hurt, sadness, and joy... weirdly. But mostly confusion by the sudden visit from my ex-boyfriend.

You pulled your knees up to your chest underneath the blankets. "Are you ok?" One beat, two beats, three beats. You bit your lip, each second he didn't answer drilling a sense of dread into you. "My friends...." He gulped audibly and you crossed your free hand over your chest, squeezing close. "My friends are dicks, y'know?" Harry laughed, but it was hollow. "They really...." Silence fell again and you gnawed your tongue to keep from breaking it. He'd tell you - he always did - you just needed to give him time, and he was fainter still when he did. "There'll probably be a few pictures."

"I'm not a fucking groupie for god's sake, I have a signed contract proving that I'm your damn neighbor," I hissed, keeping my arms firmly onto my chest as if his intimating eyes weren't already enough to make me feel little. Harry arched his brow, a sly - but playful grin lingering on his face. "Bullshit, you're either Group A groupie or Group B groupie. Group A-" "Excuse me?" "Listen - Group A is the kind of groupies that stalk us everywhere we go, places we eat, and even people we hang out with. And Group B is the kind of groupies that pretend they don't know who we are, and try acting all mysterious and special towards us but we all know it's an act and they just want us to love them." Harry snorted. I rolled my eyes, in utter shock that the band across from us is gonna be a pain in the ass the whole time here. "Oh Styles, I'll never fall for you," I announced, earning an underlying smile from him. "Yeah, we'll see about that." *** Elena moved to LA with her best friend to not just finish college but to finally write a new chapter in her life. Harry Styles, the lead singer (with daddy issues) of the uprising band The Walking Daydreams, also happens to be the asshole living across the hall. Never in her life did Elena think she would run into the big bad Styles, let alone live right across the hall from him. Living across the band is exactly what her conservative parents warned her about - never to associate with people that either has piercings, tattoos, or a bad mouth. Except that's the holy trinity of what makes Harry Styles. ***

Harry leaned in closer to her, his eyes moving down from her eyes to her lips as a loose curl fell effortlessly from his hair down onto his forehead and his body got closer to hers. He hovered there for a moment before asking her, 'Is this okay?' Alice loves her job. Working in the school she herself grew up in is such a joy. After whats been a few tough years she is ready to enjoy life again, enjoy her job, her own place and her freedom. When the teacher she has worked with for a few years suddenly leaves, she has no idea who is going to be drafted in to the school, until Mr Styles walks in. A story of love, grief and life changing decisions.

HARRY STYLES COLLEGE/FRATBOY AU Nora has just returned from a semester abroad and isn't trying to date anyone. But then she meets Harry and things get complicated. (fratboy!harry who is also soft, a girl who isn't sure what she wants, frat parties, sex, and a whole lot of angst) - completed - © 2020 bopbopstyles

word count: 10.4k content: friends with benefits, flirty pest!harry, teasing, fingering, and oral baybeeee preview: He damn well knows the way it disorients her when he offhandedly uses pet names and remarks that have made appearances during their sexual encounters; he knows the way it revs her and it amuses him more than anything to see her fidget and fumble to keep composure. He adores having that influence over her and he thrives on wielding it to his advantage. Y/N swallows down her nerves, feeling them lodge in her throat and refuse to go down. The way he slowly bats his lashes at her suggestively doesn't help at all. Harry reaches across the bar, hovering the lime wedge over her face. He taps it gently against the center of her lips, the acidic juice rubbing off and making her skin tingle. "Open up for me, yeah?" Y/N's lips part on command and Harry can't stop the pompous hum that runs along the back of his throat. "Always so willing, aren't you?" She glowers at him from the side, her grumble strained and therefore lacking any real mass. "Shut up." He coos with exaggerated fondness, attempting to stifle an arrogant smirk. "I'm just happy to be your first time, s'all." "You're so fucking annoying." "And yet you always end up in my bed. Funny how that works, innit?" or bartender!harry teaches Y/N how to do body shots but lime juice isn't the only thing that ends up dripping down his chin.

Best selling author Harry Styles is kind, sweet and charming. He's all someone would ever want and more. Journalist and workaholic Nina Garcia is smart, caring and most importantly stubborn. They formed a relationship. Had a kid. 5 years later they got engaged. But after numerous arguments and troubles in their relationship, Nina makes the decision to call off the wedding and break up with Harry. What went wrong? How will it take for Harry to prove his infinite love for Nina and how will he do it? What will it take for Nina to realize Harry is deserving of her love? Re-edited: 7/25/23

[COMPLETE] In which a lawyer stumbles upon a scared little girl late at night with no supervision, keeps her company and befriends her, only to find out her father is the world-famous popstar, Harry Styles. *Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft, dadrry This story includes mature content. --- "So, Poppy, what's wrong? Do you not like slides, honey?" I ask, dying to know how she ended up here all alone. "I do... I have one at home, daddy bought me one and put it in the garden. I just don't like this one," she admits sadly. "I get it. This one looks a bit a scary, doesn't it?" She nods, her cheeks turning red again. "Don't be ashamed, Poppy. Everyone has some insecurities, that's what makes us human, you know? You don't want to turn into a robot who doesn't feel anything. There are both good and bad feelings, everybody has them, honey. You can feel happy, you can feel proud or you can feel loved even. You like feeling like this, don't you?" She nods, giving me a sign to continue. "All those feelings, the good and the bad, is what life is, bug. Sometimes you get scared, shy and sad, everybody does. But what is important is that everyone chooses to deal with these feelings differently. And these choices you make, whether you cry, give up or stand up to your fears, that's what shapes you into the person you'll become once you grow up, my lovely friend," I explain, looking deeply into her beautiful and innocent hazel eyes. "Would like me to help you overcome your fear, Poppy? You're such a strong and brave young lady, I can tell," I smile at her when she gives me a shy nod. "Yes, please." --- This story is a product of my imagination. None of things mentioned in the story are real, and it is not my intention to offend Harry or any other people mentioned in the story as their behaviour is purely idolised.

Willow Mackey is a quiet girl, but she is fiercely loyal and will never lie to you. Harry Styles is her brother's best friend, and someone she'll always have a soft spot for. Grown up and no longer shielded by their ages, lines start to blur, and mistakes keep being made. For the first time in her life, Willow realises that sometimes, the truth is too painful to hear. But how could she ever say no to the one person that's always understood her better than she understands herself? * THIS BOOK COVERS AN AFFAIR. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE TROPE.