Sage was a girl who didn't need many friends or to go go out and party every night. She preferred to be sitting in front of a canvas or laying in bed with a good book. Harry on the other hand loved having everyone's attention on him when he walked into a room. He loved any kind of adrenaline rush he could get. They say opposites attract, but maybe they have more in common then they thought.

A summer romance in the south of France that brings nothing but hurt: Delphine had always been one for impulse--and so she wasn't surprised when she woke up hungover one morning to find that she had booked herself a summer stay in the South of France. She remembered the chant like whisper "back to my roots" the night before, when she emptied half of her bank account into an AirBnb in Nice, while her almost husband snored from the living room couch. She thought she would find herself, finally figure out where she was going and the kind of person she wanted to be--but she found him instead. |based of taylor swift's cruel summer| *This was (and is) originally posted on Tumblr, by me, harrystylescherry (aka nat). I'm putting it on here so that it's easier to read*

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.

1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

Mature/18+ Trigger Warnings included All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.

After several scandals, Harry Styles, famed composer, is outcast from Manchester society with just enough money to last him half a year. As if it's fate, Aaliyah Kincaid, a runaway from Scotland, seeks him out and asks him to be her piano instructor. After reluctantly agreeing, he finds that there is much to Miss Kincaid than just an eager learner. (COMPLETED)