"If I didn't hate you I'd tell you to stop being such a fucking tease." "If I didn't hate you maybe I'd actually want to fuck you. Shut up, Harry." "Why do you even work here? You're just some trust fund bitch who lives off daddy's money." "Like you're not? Your dad literally owns this place. You're just some washed-up prick." "Anna-" "Leave Harry. Some of us actually have a job to do." * * * Annabelle Heyford, a 22-year-old college student, picks up a job at the bar her best friend, Maeve, and her brother work at. Harry Styles, a 23-year-old college dropout, works at his father's bar. He's freshly single, coming out of a long, toxic relationship. She thinks he's a washed-up dick with no work ethic. He thinks she's a pretentious bitch who lives off her parents' money. But those thoughts don't stick around too long...

Harry taught me so much, he taught me almost everything I now perceive as life. Meeting him at the start of this year was a blessing in disguise, he freed me, loved every inch of me, introduced me to many things and people that were a sense of escape. He was a blessing, but also a curse. - A Skateboarding scene that opened the eyes of Lennon Skyes, run and thriving all thanks to Harry Styles. A leader, a poet, an anarchist and a terrible influence. Lennon and Harry found "love." Set in the late 90's

Although she wouldn't like to admit it, Isabel Allen can be selfish, argumentative, and more than a little insecure. When she and the moody, tattooed and positively infuriating Harry Styles are forced to work together at a bowling alley three days a week, Isabel thinks she's living in her own personal hell. But time changes more than just the seasons, and one year is a long time to work out not only each other, but yourself, too. A story about messy hair, heavy drinking, marathons, film trivia and being okay. (This story isn't mine, all credit to oxegenstyles!)

He lets go of the hem of my underwear that snaps back harshly onto my skin. He lifts my hand out of his hair, drops it in my lap and walks out. He knows exactly what he just did. - Skylar St. James and Harry Styles once dated in high school, which somehow seems like a lifetime ago after about 3 and a half years apart. When their worlds collide once again, will they be too different to be civil when they really need to be, or will they even want to? /// Contains mature language and concepts read at your own risk. ((story incomplete))

"Don't you think it was fate that we met?" I say as i run my hands through Cora's hair softly. Our eyes on the golden light as it twinkles back at us in the sunlight. Cora laughs a little under her breath before she turns her head to face me, her face doing the same as we lock eyes. "What do you mean?" She murmurs with a cheesy smile already knowing what i meant but just wanting me to say it out loud. I let out a deep breath as a smile appears on his lips, she knows what shes doing, but that doesn't stop me. "After everything we have been through, I think that was just our way of getting to eachother" i smiles as i lean in kissing Cora's forehead. "We are the art of fate, baby" A story of two people, who couldn't fight the fate. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @WATAMELONSUGAHI 1# HARRYSTYLESFANFIC 2# in Harrystyles 1# in softharry 2&3# in softharrystyles

"Before we get started, I need you to know that I don't do soft sex. I like it rough." Harry Styles is surrounded by walls. But after a summer filled with deprecating passion, she might just be the only one who can break those walls. *this story contains mature and explicit content*

The world is in war again, military bases being the only safe haven for the population in the affected areas. Danger, lies, and secrets lurk between the enemy sides, dividing them even more in the time when unity is needed the most. But perhaps amidst of it all, there is hope for a better future. No translations allowed!

(Sequel to Paris In The Rain) "I'm Harry Styles. The ex-boyfriend." ~~ Two years have come and gone. Things for the Flower and the Capolavoro have changed. Drastically changed. They left each other in Paris and haven't seen or spoken to each other since. But what happens when they're reunited at a wedding? Did they wait for each other? Or did they move on? Maybe she's no longer his Flower, and maybe he's no longer her Capolavoro. ~~ (Book 2)

[completed] "I'm Harry Styles. The artist." ~~ Two heartbroken individuals happen to stumble into each others lives and completely change everything. Read to follow Aurora and Harry's journey through these ups and downs as they fall in love but can't seem to escape their past lives. ~~ Aurora Honeycutt, the florist. Harry Styles, the artist. Or as they like to call each other - the Flower and the Capolavoro. ~~ (Book 1) *story contains mature and explicit content*