"You'll never know," he said with that familiar, raspy laugh. For twenty-four-year-old psychologist Joyce De Graaf, Harry Styles was nothing more than a fleeting encounter in a New York club. A stranger whose world lay miles away from her own. When a fateful quarantine forces them to shelter together in a luxurious villa, the lines between strangers and lovers begin to blur. While the world outside stands still, Joyce fights the demons of her past that come alive in the dead of night. Harry, however, is determined to break down the walls around her heart. In a world consumed by cameras and rumors, they try to find a connection that only the two of them understand. But how can you truly let someone in when you haven't even forgiven yourself? Content Warning TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit themes, including sexual assault, domestic abuse, depressive thoughts, and suicide.

A short story - in which Frankie Rhodes and Harry Styles are completely in love. With a fresh engagement, and plans for Frankie to move into Harry's apartment at the end of next month, they both feel as if this is truly the beginning of the rest of their lives together. So, what happens after an incident causes Harry to end up in the hospital, and when he wakes, he has no recollection of the last two years of his life?

Yield. The word haunted me long before I even understood why. It wasn't about surrender, exactly. Not the kind that made you weak. It was more like... permission. Permission to feel, permission to let someone else in without detonating everything around you. But what happens when you yield, and the person you let in disappoints you? Betrays you? When yielding turns into exposure, and every vulnerability you offered becomes a weapon pointed back at you? Let me tell you: that's when yield stops feeling like permission and starts feeling like punishment.

Vivian Matine, an aspiring fashion designer, met new bestfriends when they moved in across the hall from her New York apartment. Harry Styles, the co-founder of Pleasing and an aspiring musician, can't seem to find another muse than his next door neighbor and best friend. Uncertainty, change, that hallway. Liminal. - *this is a friends with benefits plot.* ONGOING and MATURE content. 18+.

Fresh off a breakup and filming overseas in London, Hollywood darling Demi DiLaurentis agrees to a PR relationship with the Premier League's infamous bad boy, Harry Styles. For him, it's damage control-a chance to salvage his reputation and his career. For her, it's a way to look like she's moved on-hoping it's enough to make her ex realize what he lost and maybe want her back... But somewhere along the line, the fake starts to feel real and things grow increasingly complicated as feelings come into play.

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

I didn't plan on falling in love with Harry Styles. I planned on surviving. Behind a bar, my life makes sense. Drinks in, drinks out. Keep moving. Don't get too close to anyone who might leave. Harry ruins that system the moment he walks in. He's patient in a way that's dangerous. Gentle in a way that makes it hard to keep my distance. He doesn't try to fix me, doesn't ask me to explain the parts of my life I'd rather keep buried. He just... stays. What starts as late-night conversations and quiet companionship slowly becomes something neither of us expected. Something steady. Something terrifying. Something that might actually be love. And when you've spent your entire life learning how to do everything alone, letting someone stay might be the hardest thing of all.

Celia Cross doesn't talk much. Not because she doesn't have anything to say - but because too many people stopped listening a long time ago. Her mum's gone, her dad's lost somewhere in the haze of another high, and now she's starting over in a new town with her gran - a house that smells like lavender and memories. She tells herself she's fine. Invisible is fine. But when the school's golden boy - Harry Styles - crashes hard unintentionally from a night he can't remember, it's Celia who finds him. And for the first time, someone sees her. Not the quiet new girl, not the girl with a broken past - but the one who pulled him back when he was too far gone. Celia Cross has spent her whole life cleaning up other people's messes. She never expected to become someone's reason to change. - Harry Styles has everything, rich parents, a perfect life - or that's what everyone says. Captain of the football team. Perfect smile. The kind of charm that gets him out of trouble before he even finishes causing it. But beneath the noise, Harry's running on empty. Between the parties, the pressure, and the expectations that aren't really his, he's been losing pieces of himself one night at a time. Until the night everything stops - and Celia, the quiet girl no one notices, finds him before it's too late. She's nothing like the world he's built around himself. She doesn't care about popularity or pretending. She just looks at him like she actually sees him - and for the first time, Harry's not sure who he's supposed to be anymore. Because maybe the one girl he's ignored is the only one who could save him. // Contains strong language, sexual content, drug and alcohol misuse. - #1 in hsfanfic #1 in zaynmalik

In which the world-famous musician, Harry Styles, meets his match in his new tour photographer, Isabella Blake, leading to more complications than either of them could have expected.

"His hands may be scarred with violence, his mind heavy with ghosts, but I trusted both completely. Maybe that's what terrified me most - how natural it felt to."