"We hit the border in six hours," he said. He leaned over the table, crowding my space just enough that a few loose, long curls fell forward into his face. He brushed them back with a slow, careless hand, that petty smirk fixing on me. "You go back to whatever life you're hiding from, and I go disappear into some shitty hotel. Clean break." I didn't even blink, looking straight into those heavy green eyes of his. "I know the schedule." He let out a dry laugh, his gaze dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. "Right. So what the hell are we doing?" "I think you know exactly what we're doing." His smirk widened just a fraction, a dark, amused glint in his eyes as he leaned a hair closer, mocking the reality of it all. "Then I guess we're fated, angel." // Five days. That's all Valarie Cavalli wanted before reality caught up. After a year studying art in Paris, she booked a ticket on a slow luxury train to Florence, desperate to avoid the suffocating high-society expectations waiting for her at home. Then Harry sat down across from her. He's quiet, cynical, and walking away from a massive music career she knows nothing about. They don't swap names or backgrounds-just heavy looks and sarcastic attitude over cheap wine while the train cuts across Europe. By the fourth night, the rules of their clean break start to blur. With only 24 hours left before the tracks end, they stop pretending this is just a way to pass the time. But when the train finally pulls into the station, how do you walk away from the one person you were actually supposed to find?

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...

Amelia is a twenty-three-year-old journalist. Harry Styles is a twenty-three-year-old rock star battling addiction. Amelia and Harry meet in the present day when Amelia interviews Harry for The New York Times, unaware that their lives had briefly collided years before. As the story moves between past and present, the truth about Harry's struggles and their shared history slowly unravels, making things between Harry and Amelia complicated.

A world of red carpets comes with responsibilities. You don't get the glamour of fame, the money, the attention and the success without abiding by the rules given to you. Or in other words, the contracts. Juliette Harper finds this out the hard way. When her take off to fame and subsequent enterance into the Hollywood life comes after she stars in a romance movie with hot shot actor Sebastian Vale, she must uphold the conditions to ensure that she doesn't lose that success. But those conditions cost her more than she may be willing to lose; the only real thing she's ever had. When she agrees to a PR relationship with her Co-star the rules sound easy: Pretend to be in love, be affectionate for the cameras, talk highly about each other and most importantly don't let anyone find out it's fake. But it no longer feels so easy when she meets none other than the most loved male singer in Hollywood- Harry Styles. What starts off as innocent infatuation becomes something much more. Something a lot deeper. Something real. But is she willing to lose everything she's built, everything she's working towards for the only genuine connection she's ever had? Or are the claws of her PR contract sunken too deep into her life for her to escape its hold?

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

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

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished:

Touch me, yeah I want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like l am human // Exactly two years have passed since the mysterious disappearance of the beloved boyband 'One Direction', Harry Styles, the face of the group, has announced he'll be releasing a book. "A heartfelt memoir," said their notoriously controlling management. But will that be enough to quiet the theories and ease the fans' worries? // Lioren Vale is hired as the ghostwriter for the world-famous popstar. After years spent yearning for the truth, she accepts eagerly. What she doesn't expected is that, after all this time, she'd find herself right in the middle of the chaos. Will she survive long enough to tell the truth? A HARRY STYLES FAN FICTION

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harryedwardstyles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles All Rights Reserved to @onthewindowsill

Mature/18+ Trigger Warnings included All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.