Alice never wanted to step back into the light. After her past left her scarred and broken, she only finds refuge in the silence of her guitars. But her talent is a roar that cannot be contained. When she becomes Harry Styles' new guitarist for his upcoming world tour, life forces her to confront what she fears most: closeness and the gaze of others. Harry has it all: fame, adoration, and a heart that is too big. Seeing Alice's silent pain and the shadows of abuse and mistreatment that haunt her, his star life begins to destabilize. Alice doesn't want to be rescued, and her fear of intimacy threatens to destroy the chemistry that sets the stage on fire. Harry's task is monumental: to show her that desire is not fear, but an act of healing, and that in bed she can reclaim the voice that was stolen from her. Will Harry be able to convince her that his heart is not a battlefield, but the only safe place? Or will Alice's scars end up sinking his career and the truth they are both trying to silence? A story about how true love doesn't cure, but gives you the strength to heal.

"You're staring," he said finally. Of course, he caught me staring. They always do. "You were staring first," I say. He shrugs and takes another sip of his drink. "Maybe I was." I raise an eyebrow. "So you admit it?" "I'm not ashamed." He leans back a little, still annoyingly at ease. "You're interesting to look at." 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ MATURE THEMES / TRIGGER WARNINGS - sexual content - drugs such as cigarettes, alcohol - violence - explicit language - mental health/anxiety please read with care ♡ updates often ⭑ written with love ⭑ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ started july 13th, 2025

NOT EDITED "I cannot look into those eyes, eyes that I have learned will judge you, eyes, that will make or break you, no, please no. I can't look into those eyes, because if I look you in the eye, every memory of us laughing together is erased, every memory of us cuddling within the warmth of the blankets, every memory of us staring into each other's eyes, will completely vanish. All I will see is your beautiful face that is no longer mine to admire, all I will see is the way your eyes crinkle in distaste of my presence, all I will see is how much you loathe me. I cannot look you in the eye because all I think about is how much I love you and how much wanna kiss you, I cannot look you in the eye because you do not love me like you used to and you do not want to feel my lips, I cannot look you in the eye because of how much I want to be with you, and how much I wish I had told you to stay, I want to look at you but, I cannot because all I can think about is the smile that remains no more upon your face, I want to kiss you but all I can think about is how much, you are going to laugh at me, if I did." Harry Styles AU | This story is fictional. It has nothing to do with who Harry Styles is as a person, only his physical traits are used. All Rights Reserved © 2016 sunflowerboulevard Original Completion Date: July 4, 2017

Harry Styles alternate universe fanfiction. DISCLAIMER--- This is a fiction! Everything within the story is a figment of my imagination. I am in no way affiliated with any entities in the story. It's all fake and in no way shape or form depicts real life. ---- He manages a club, she is a massage therapist, who moonlights as a bartender. At night, she's backup singer, he's a struggling musician. She ran away from a life of privilege, for reasons far more sinister than anyone knows. And now she more than anybody else understands the hussle it takes to pay your bills. He dreams of a better life, for himself, for his loved ones. For his family. One that involves nothing illegal to make money to provide. When he first meets her, he is in awe of her. There's just a few problems. He doesn't do relationships. She can't only have a physical relationship. Mature themes; including drugs, violence, language, sexual content, ect.. NO TRANSLATIONS

** CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT** IMPORTANT: This book is a 'prequel' to Stall 1 & 2. PLEASE READ THOSE FIRST. **** "It all began in 2015. I was at my club... it was a regular night. But it's the night my life would change and I had no idea at the time." I slowly open my eyes, looking at the camera. "I guess I should talk about the first night I met Abby..." **** START DATE TBA.

I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

Harry is a famous fashion designer with more money than he needs, you're an exotic dancer at a high end gentlemen's club just trying to make ends meet. Harry wants you all to himself. *MATURE CONTENT*

Sometimes, when I'm off tour, I get this itch. Not literal. Metaphorical. Tour ends, the lights shut off, and suddenly I'm just... still. No crew, no call times, no adrenaline. My body rests, but my brain? My brain starts looking for motion. Sometimes, that motion looks like gym sessions, long walks, locking myself in a studio with nothing but an acoustic and my ego. And sometimes? It looks like sex. Not tabloid shit. No god-complex orgies. Just something familiar. Women I trust. People who text back with a wink and nothing more. Like Sasha. Like Lou. Not like Lena. I thought it'd be casual. Banter, late-night texts, sex with no strings. But Lena doesn't do casual. And I'm starting to think I don't either - not with her.

Even the ones who we least expect it are the ones hurting. You always hear that the same people who laugh the most are the ones hurting in secret. I didn't believe it until I met you. We heal wounds on others because it's easier to fix theirs than ours. We have a lot more in common more than you know. We're two people stuck in a labyrinth with nowhere to go. We'll be alright. -H --- May the games begin... I start shaking my right leg up and down feeling nervous by the way he talks to me. I have no idea how to respond to him. I never planned to actually feel intimidated by him so quickly but I honestly should've expected that from the way he would talk to me or about himself while we texted. "Someone's nervous? Baby, it's okay. I don't bite, unless you want me to," He says seductively. He continues looking at me licking his lips as he then moves his eyes down to my chest staring hard at them. The way his words roll off his tongue is enough to make me feel something in between my legs.

Your typical star-crossed lovers Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. But, what happens when the girl boy falls in love with, is his best mate's girlfriend? Set in the 2000s 🤍soulmates au🤍