━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 With his parole fast approaching, inmate Harry Styles is looking for a friend. College student Bella Montrose stumbles across his profile on a prison pen-pal website. Their friendship is formed over written words, but will it last once he rejoins her world? Not my story! ©ooza faceclaim; addison rae

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

When twenty-one year old Eleanor witnesses something she shouldn't one night, she's thrust into the high-stakes world of drugs, murder, and Harry Styles. What happens when her two worlds start to collide? What if she doesn't want to escape? All Rights Reserved @femalestyles Please read warnings prior to starting this book. This book contains mature content that may not suitable to readers under the age of 18. STARTED: 6/4/2025 ENDED: ?

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

The one about chefrry

[complete] a story where single pregnant mother aurora meets the one and only, laid-back, up and coming, photographer harry styles. watch as they fill the missing pieces in each other's lives, and make each other feel whole again. contains mature content and sensitive themes// 18+ originally deleted at 123k reads

In the summer of 1949, beneath the heat of the Deep South and the weight of expectation, a preacher's daughter falls for the one man she's forbidden to want. Secret glances turn to midnight touches, and in a town where loving him could cost her everything, Josephine has to choose between what's safe and what sets her on fire.

Underneath a sky scattered with stars, there's a story waiting to be told-a story of love, loss, and the strength it takes to find oneself. Julia didn't expect her world to shift when she opened the doors of her mother's flower shop one ordinary morning. Harry didn't expect to find solace in a small Italian town, far from the flashing lights of fame. But life has a way of bringing people together when they need it most, even if the journey is messy, complicated, and anything but perfect. This is a tale of finding beauty in the broken pieces, of daring to chase dreams, and of love that feels as vast and untouchable as the stars. Welcome to their story. COVER BY MY FAV: @LIVVSSTARS

a BURNING love story ❤️🔥

Then We Don't What if the person you let go was the only one who ever truly saw you? When Katie returns to her hometown after years away, she isn't looking for closure, just space to breathe. But the past doesn't stay buried in Holmes Chapel, especially not when Harry is still there. Once her best friend, first love and now a stranger with familiar eyes. As memories resurface and old feelings spark, Katie must choose: stay hidden in the life she built, or risk everything for the one she left behind. A story about timing, almosts, and the people we never really forget. "It's not the memory I ache for. It's the boy who used to look at me like I was the whole song." "If she could change the story- He could change the soundtrack."