Elise and Harry only just met, in the Whole Foods produce section. She'd come up behind him, she just needed to grab the banana right quick. She must have startled him. He'd jumped a little and his head had turned. Elise was struck By him being Harry Styles. She loved him! She mIght have had more time to think about it, except the hand he'd been bringing up wasn't to take the best bunch of bananas, but was instead to catch the sneeze. The one that was all over her face. "Oh god!" She shrieks! "Oh no!" He looks aghast. She was already telling him it was ok, but instead he was telling her it wasn't. And that was how she found herself spending two weeks with a Coronavirus exposed Harry Styles in his huge London house. Quarantine sounds like fun, until you are locked up with a stranger, who you might have already been a little I love with.

Mallory Monroe is a surgical intern at Grand Meadow Hospital. Harry Styles is a prestigious pediatric surgeon who will do anything to save his patients lives. But what will happen when their paths cross before they even make it through those hospital doors?

Twenty something corporate analyst, Rhona, struggles to feel love beyond an intimacy level. When she meets her new bosses stepson, Harry, they engage in a secret relationship with one rule - no feelings, just sex. But will Rhona's past and Harry's persistence jeopardise their simple arrangement. Copyright 01/01/2023

It starts with a wild girl and a dangerous kiss. Harry never expected to fall into Jules' chaos-or into the life of her best friend, Lena. Lena, soft-spoken, spoken for, and always one step from disappearing. Caught between them is a slow, aching pull: of friendship, of heartbreak, of love that comes too quietly to name. Lovers. Friends. Almosts. "I'll keep orbiting until you let me go."

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harryedwardstyles

Harry's chicken is in her garden again. For the third time this week. "Styles!" she shout over the fence. "Your demon bird is attacking my sunflowers again!" He appears, slow and unbothered, leaning against the fencepost like he's got all the time in the world. "She's not attacking. She's exploring." "She's murdering." He grins. "Guess she's got taste." She crosses her arms. "I'll make stew." "Touch her," he says, "and I'll plow your garden flat." "Threats from a man who can't even keep a chicken home?" He looks at her, amused. "Wouldn't call her the only one sneaking over lately." And just like that, she's the one blushing redder than her poor, dying sunflowers.

BOOK 2 is exactly what the title says. Dirty, smut filled oneshots for your unholy eyes with different Harry eras! Requests are also accepted! Credit is given for every idea I receive! Enjoy! TOP RANKINGS: (thank to you <3) #1 DIRTYHARRY #1 DUNKIRKHARRY #1 HS1 #2 DIRTYONESHOTS

short stories & fantasies surrounding a man usually found at the end of our wet dreams, mr. harry styles. 18+. Major sexual content and coarse language. Please read trigger warnings for each story. All of this is owned by me so don't steal it.

❝Been dreaming about me again, Indigo?❞ ••• [H.S.] - enemies to lovers

"Katie, this is Harry, Elijah, Niall and Lucas," Louis introduces me to the four tattoo artists sitting in the back room. They're each working on different designs at their separate stations. "Hi," I greet them, waving awkwardly. Niall, Elijah and Lucas smile at me warmly, each saying a quick hello. Harry looks me up and down, scoffing and rolling his eyes before glancing back down to whatever he was doing. What the hell was that? "Ignore him," Louis whispers. "He's like that with everyone." I stand there nervously and chuckle, trying to brush off the strange reaction. A wave of uneasiness towards the tattooed man with curly hair comes over me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? - TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SEXUAL CONTENT / DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL ILLNESS / SELF HARM / TALK OF DEATH AND SEXUAL ASSAULT / SEX CRIMES