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The title of the book explains what this is about. There is detailed smut. And fluff. Potential angst. Read at your own risk. Harry Styles One Shots. © hesasnowflake

mini stories that i don't have time to bring to life. ©️vilestyles 2018.

A collection of stand alone stories. [*] indicates smut

*female reader insert fic* You and Harry exist in the same friend group--and barely tolerate each other. Each night out is filled with snarky comments and arguments that go quickly from mumbled insults so full on fighting--even after he kisses you. An enemies to lovers fic filled with banter, fashion, sex, and major angst. *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 as the parts are pretty long!* [there's been an influx of people adding this fic to "one shot/short story" reading lists and uh...yes this fic is only 7 parts but its about 150k words so its novel length lol it is not a short read i just wanted to let everyone know]

One night of impulse shouldn't lead to much for Joni Lewis, but when she meets the alluring Harry Styles, an opportunity arises that she can't ignore. A Harry Styles short story inspired by Pretty Woman.

A series of smutty Harry Styles short stories/one shots. This is your prewarning that these stories will include detailed sexual content, please keep that in mind before proceeding. Contents: 1 - CEO Mr Harry Styles. 2 - Birthday Sex.

He lives in daydreams with me. Harry Styles daydreams that I turned into one shots & short stories. -coarse language, sexual content. 18+. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

And then I saw her, for the first time I put a face to the name that had been circling my mind all morning. "Miss Adams, could you tell me about this week's reading homework?" But as she begins to speak, I don't listen to a single word she says. Instead, I just watch the way her round lips move as she talks, easily giving me an answer so in depth I'm sure I would be pleased with if I was listening to her. It's almost as if her lips are floating, they move so elegantly and swiftly, and the soft shade of pink I think looks so delicious is capturing me completely. The contours of her delicate skin have to be moulded by the God's, sculpted by what only can be artists. The green of her eyes brighter than my own. Her dark and glowing hair sits comfortably on her shoulders, not drawing from any of her facial features, but framing her face in such a refined way that makes her more of a mystery to me. I notice her lips have stopped moving and clear my throat. "Well done Miss Adams, an adequate answer." "Thank you, Professor Styles." She smiles gently.