When freelance painter Mickayla is introduced to music producer Harry via a mutual friend, most would assume that the meet-up is a blind date for the singletons. But they'd be wrong. Their encounter is purely business: baby business. Harry dreams of nothing more than becoming a Dad, but he has no time or interest in starting a relationship to get him to that goal. Mickayla is more than happy to help him out, especially after a generous sum of money is offered by Harry as payment for her to be the surrogate of his child. It's an amount that'll change her life, just like what she's going to do for Harry will change his. The two strangers end up bonded by not only Harry's baby in Mickayla's belly, but a love for one another that neither of them expected to experience soon existing in both of their hearts. Mature content | for an 18+ audience only.

"You're gonna ruin my life" 🤍she fell first, he falls harder au🤍

Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried Trends change, rumors fly through new skies But I'm right where you left me Everybody moved on Help, I'm still at the restaurant ................................................................... Simon smiled slowly, the expression sharp around the edges. "The greatest musicians are born from the greatest heartbreaks," he said. "That's what people say." I stared out the window for a moment before letting out a quiet breath. "Then I want one." His eyebrow lifted. "A heartbreak?" "The kind that gives you a story," I said with a small shrug. "The kind people write albums about." A glimmer of amusement crossed his face. "Good. Fans love that. Give them pain, and they'll give you praise." I looked down briefly, old memories flickering through my mind. "I've had heartbreaks before. Some felt like hell." A faint smile touched my lips. "But if it gets me good lyrics, I can survive another." Simon leaned forward and patted my shoulder, his eyes gleaming. "You give them your tears," he said quietly, "and they'll make you a king." I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other. A soft chuckle escaped me. "I want a heartbreak," I muttered, shaking my head at myself. "I truly do." Simon only smiled. ......................................................... Rise and heartbreak of Aurelia, a gifted 15-year-old singer whose life changes when pop icon Harry Styles discovers her talent. What begins as a fairy-tale romance ends in painful separation, leaving deep scars. Seven years later, both are global superstars-but fame can't bury the wounds of the past. When fate reunites them, long-buried emotions resurface, forcing them to confront old heartbreaks, toxic relationships, and the truth of their first love. A story of music, fame, and redemption, Till There Was You explores the healing power of facing the past. "Life was like a dream... till there was you."

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

"How'd you feel about a rendezvous?" 🤍friends with benefits au🤍

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

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.

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.