kickflip ~ h.s

"this boy is playing with my heart like it's a techdeck."

dreamer//h.s

"a dreamer that's what she was" Ila James is an aspiring photographer who lands an internship with Helene Pambrun, who happens to be Harry Styles' tour photographer. This was everything she ever dreamed of but, someone blurs those lines, making her realize that he is all that she has ever dreamed of. Will she ultimat...

Golden (H.S)

Francesca Hallaway is a school teacher who lives in a flat in West Hampstead with her best friend Amelia. Her life is anything but simple, many things having affected her over the years but she considers herself a fairly normal woman, living a fairly normal life in London. Harry Styles is an international rock star w...

Last Place You Look

"I don't think about getting through all the bad things as accomplishments, if I'm being honest." "What do you mean?" "The bad things are a side effect." He looked at me confused. "A side effect? Of what?" "Being human."

Duplicity [h.s]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...

Adoration (H.S)

Noun: adoration - deep love and respect for a person. "You never cared about me, did you Harry? You made it seem like you did, but you chose your so called 'friends' and career when you walked out that door before." "Lila, I promised you I would always adore you for as long as I live. You've never learned h...

Scandal | H.S.

I met her once and wrote a song about her I want to scream, I want to shout it out, I hope she hears me now [UNDER MAJOR EDITING!] Started: July 23, 2020 Finished: October 28, 2020

Forced Reconciliation

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchil...

Cherry- H.S

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...

Kiwi // H.S. // A.U.

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma...

One Word | H.S.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips...

The Fence || h. s.

"Cherry, is that you?" She loves late-night jogging, and his beach house happens to be on the way. Separated by a six feet tall fence, they both have no idea who the other is. Will their chance encounter grow into something bigger? Or was this bizarre relationship doomed from the start? Harry is famous in this story...