A collection of smutty Harry Styles one shots. Be sure to read all warnings at the top of each post! xoxo

READER INSERT // lifeguard!harry You're in love with your best friend, he has no idea, and there are plenty of complications in your way.

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

Harry heads out to the Amalfi Coast for a little post-tour relaxation and stumbles across a girl in a cafe who he kinda, maybe, sort of fancies. The only issue is that Harry doesn't exactly speak Italian.

Brielle Flores was exhausted. Exhausted wasn't even the word anymore. What would be the word for being so overworked, lonely, and horny, all at the same time? Excruciating? Sure, that works. Her job was grueling, but she loved it. She worked hard for it. After years of schooling and months applying to positions she dreamed of, she was offered the opportunity of a lifetime as a lead forensic anthropologist. All of the blood, sweat, and tears to get her masters - so she could work in the field of her dreams - paid off. She packed her entire life up in a week's time and moved across the world to make a home for herself in London. It had been eight months and while she's had the time of her life working at a job she put her entire soul into, she couldn't help but admit that it was lonely sometimes. So what happens when her friends have a suggestion for her to possibly meet someone without having to leave her bed? Is it a terrible idea, or is the inevitable Brit with the deep, soothing voice exactly who she needs?

A friends to lovers story featuring Jamaica H // MATURE CONTENT You could feel his eyes on you, warming your skin more than the sun that was about to start setting. You always knew when he was looking at you, it was like your skin could sense it and immediately sent a signal to your heart to skip a few beats.

A collection of all my published reader-insert Harry one shots from tumblr! Mature one shots are denoted with a [m] in the title (a futile distinction, since only one isn't).

You and Harry are friends... until you're not. But navigating out of the friend zone is harder than you thought it'd be, so the two of you decide to fall back on one of your favorite past times to ease the tension and it leads to a new favorite.

You've been in the same city all weekend. Now, there's just twelve hours left -- better make the most of it, then.

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."