Lucy Evans is a promising, up and coming musician who catches the eye of international superstar, Harry Styles. After forming an unlikely friendship, Harry guides Lucy through the tumultuous yet exhilarating rollercoaster of rock star life. But will Lucy's dark past come back to haunt her and ruin everything she's fought so hard for? And how will her best friend and staple in her life, Finn, feel when Harry seemingly takes over his place?

Catalina Swan is just a normal 22 year old woman. Fresh out of college, she pursues a job in her dream career, moving into her first house on her own away from the home she's known for so long, her life taking off in a positive way. Harry Styles is a 28 year old with life going against him. His parents are getting a divorce, he just broke up with his ex girlfriend, he's on the verge of losing his job, his life is taking off in a negative way. What happens when these two opposites bump into each other during a robbery at the grocery store that they both happened to go to on the same fateful night?

Harry Styles has a lot of missed time to make up for - ten years to be exact - and asks the love of his life to go on a last minute road trip with him. Will he win her back or break her heart all over again? Two old friends reunite in a beautiful city after one becomes famous and the other writes for vogue. She can't even look at him in the eyes yet has been assigned to report on one of the biggest events of the year. harry styles x oc cover by @momclub roads ongoing ! june 3, 2018

Her eyes have their own vocabulary, and what a beautiful language to learn.

"I was hiding in doubt till you brought me out of my chrysalis...and I came out new...all because of you." Josephine McArthur is well and truly lost. After completely uprooting and changing her life she is left unsure of pretty much anything. An unexpected friendship tilts her already unsettled life on its axis, and she's just holding on for the ride. Jo is living all of our dreams when her idol becomes her best friend. Sleepovers, parties, Sunday breakfasts, and a world tour? Jo can't stay wrapped in her comfort zone for long. "Caterpillars are born with everything that they need to become butterflies...bit-by-bit they unlock information from the caterpillars cells...the butterfly's new self forms inside of the chrysalis." . . . . this story contains mature themes including sex, drugs, assault, depression, death, talk of suicide, anxiety and adult language.

Only the best Harry Styles fanfiction stories! Well written, brilliantly developed by articulate opinionated writers that I was so lucky to read. Read my list of stories which is not ranked in any particular order. All stories are equally interesting and captivating..."Trust me, I'm telling you stories" (Janette Winterson)

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*

Fashion has always been important to Flo- creativity has always been her escape, her sketches motivation. A chance meeting with Harry Lambert, stylist to the stars, changes everything. He introduces her to his friend and client Harry Styles, who loves her work, their connection is instant. Flo's past has been difficult, she carries around some pain and trauma. Harry's lifestyle is so unique, very little being private. Can Harry help to heal her? Can she adjust to something so different? A story of life and love in the spotlight.

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!