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.

A night shift. It brings darkness, a sense of uncertainty and unknown, you never really know what's coming through those doors until it hits you square in the face and it's all hands on deck. You never really know who's coming through those doors until their lips are on yours and you're down deep for a woman you don't even know. You never know what could happen on a night shift.

Harry thought it was just one weekend. Near Barcelona. A stolen shirt. A girl he couldn't quiet forget. Months later, he walks into lunch with his girlfriend Romi-only to find her new assistant is Alice. The same girl. What follows is a slow unraveling of boundaries, secrets, and everything they tried to leave behind. Because when the past shows up holding your coffee and a schedule for your day, pretending nothing happened... What do you do?

It was just a contract. A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around. Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite. And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care. He didn't ask for company. I didn't ask for complications. But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted. And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud. They said don't fall for your boss. They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.

Being devastatingly attractive, a ruthless lover, a shameless heartbreaker, and a magnet for scandal - Harry Styles is adored and hated by millions. So when he reappears after five mysterious years of silence, the entire country watches him step back into the dazzling spotlight on the famed late-night talk show, Live with Devon! Emma Sinclair, one of the rookie script editors at the show, treats his attendance like any other day at work. She's not starstruck, she's not hopping on any of the gossip trains, she's just doing her job. But what starts as a professional obligation, unravels into something far more complicated when she meets Mr. Styles himself. Fame is messy, just as desire. And along the way, Emma learns falling for a celebrity might be the most complicated when he falls back. Achievements: #1 Harryfanfic #2 fandom

"Round two, baby!" The gang is back and better than ever. The story filled with heart, friendship, and sun continues because summer never ends around here... ..but even summers can feel cold. ⋆ ☀︎ ⋆ 'The story seems simple. Girl meets boy. Girl falls for boy. Boy falls harder. They spent an entire summer together and their lives are forever changed. And then they lived happily ever after. Love stories are always that simple, right? Except in this particular story, it wasn't that simple. I don't actually know many love stories that are.' ⋆ ☀︎ ⋆ THIS IS A CONTINUATION/SEQUEL OF 'THAT SUMMER FEELING' *COMPLETED DISCLAIMER: mature content, drug and alcohol use, strong language, and some violence. read at your discretion! This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

What started out as a bachelorette party ended in a life-changing dance. Not all those who wander into 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 are lost... Come one. Come all. 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 Nightclub, New York. A place to feel good. 𓆤 HS FIC. grumpy!h x sunshine!mc + enemies to lovers + dark!club!strip!h are rolled into one! DISCLAIMER: MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION. THANK YOU. 𓆤

In which Harry Styles is a criminal law professor at Harvard Law School, and Maude Sterling is his student.

Harry had it all. Money, power, and the freedom of being a bachelor. Isabella was struggling to make ends meet, working at a dance studio by day and a strip club by night. Their worlds collide when Harry signs his daughter, Ottilie, up for classes at the studio. And again when he finds himself at an exclusive strip club for a friend's birthday...

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] In which an escort agrees to be the third in a marriage that's hanging by a thread. You know our love would be tragic So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind. We live with no lies, you're my favourite kind of night.