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. UPDATES 9 AM & 9PM EST DAILY!!!! #1 in harrystyles

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."

Amélie Moreau never thought a year in London would change everything. She came from France chasing inspiration for her writing, but instead found herself moving in with Harry Styles. What began as an easy friendship-inside jokes, late-night talks, and Harry's constant teasing-slowly became something neither of them expected. Harry fell first, Amelie fought it, but love has a way of creeping in between shared breakfasts and quiet moments at the piano. They were best friends. Then they were more. For Harry, it was everything he ever wanted. For Amelie, it was everything she didn't know she was searching for. But being in love with Harry Styles isn't simple. The headlines, the pressure, the distance when he's on tour-none of it was part of the plan. Harry is lost in the joy of loving her, blind to the cracks forming beneath them. And when it becomes too much, Amelie makes the choice neither of them wanted. A Year in London is a story about finding a home in another person, the beauty and fragility of first love, and the heartbreak of letting go even when it's the last thing you want to do. ____________ Highest rankings: #2 in tour #3 in Harry styles #3 in nerd #5 in fine line ____________ Includes some: Socialmediaxreallife So if you aren't a big fan of it this story is not for you!! Thank you - S

Inscrutability is something Clementine had to learn from the moment she was taken away from her family at only fifteen years old. She was good at it, great in fact. No one could read through that bright beautiful fake smile. No one except him... he saw right through her. No matter what, he will find out the secrets behind that smile. If it was the last thing he done. Cover Credit• @naked_cherry - This story contains sexual content, abuse, non consensual sexual relations. 18+. !!HIGHEST RANKINGS!! #1 louistomlinson #2 harrystylesfanfic #2 zaynmalik #3 1directionfanfic #10 liampayne #25 harrystyles

Symphony (noun) An elaborate music composition; a long complex piece of music, often with a variety of different instruments and a wide range of musical expression. Nella Rowen didn't set out to fall for the most beloved musician in the world - she only wanted to survive her first job on a global tour. But under the glow of stage lights, surrounded by music that moves the world, she finds herself drawn to the one person she's supposed to stay professional around: him. As his tour travels from city to city, so does their growing connection - quiet glances, late-night conversations, and something unspoken building between them. But with cameras everywhere, a team watching her every move, and a career on the line, Nella faces a choice that could change everything: keep her distance... or give in to a love too powerful to ignore. "He suppressed a smile, but I knew he was fighting back tears. As the crowd cheered, and the loud bangs of the fireworks went off. He was still staring down at the piano, biting his lip. He didn't look up, he couldn't. He was trying to make the seconds tick by slower, capture this moment in his mind like a photo, except- not what he was seeing, what he was feeling. He was soaking it in, every last moment of it. But how could you capture this feeling? This once in a lifetime, special kind of feeling? There was this magic in the air, one that I was so familiar with. A feeling that only Harry could create, a sentiment that wouldn't exist without him. I felt it at every show, every hug, every speech, every huddle before we went on stage.. Every time he looked into my eyes and I looked into his." Most impressive rankings so far!: #1 in HarrysHouse #5 in HarryStyles

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. _________________________________________ Harry tilted his head. "You used to be funnier." I scoffed, standing up, tossing the blanket off me. "And you used to give a shit." _________________________________________ This is a slow burn, friends-to-enemies-to-lovers story about loss, loneliness, and trying to find yourself when the person you loved most isn't the same anymore. Sometimes, healing starts with facing the past, even if it's the hardest thing you'll ever do. ________________________________________ #1 Friends To Enemies #4 Dark Harry Styles