[COMPLETE] In which a lawyer stumbles upon a scared little girl late at night with no supervision, keeps her company and befriends her, only to find out her father is the world-famous popstar, Harry Styles. *Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft, dadrry This story includes mature content. --- "So, Poppy, what's wrong? Do you not like slides, honey?" I ask, dying to know how she ended up here all alone. "I do... I have one at home, daddy bought me one and put it in the garden. I just don't like this one," she admits sadly. "I get it. This one looks a bit a scary, doesn't it?" She nods, her cheeks turning red again. "Don't be ashamed, Poppy. Everyone has some insecurities, that's what makes us human, you know? You don't want to turn into a robot who doesn't feel anything. There are both good and bad feelings, everybody has them, honey. You can feel happy, you can feel proud or you can feel loved even. You like feeling like this, don't you?" She nods, giving me a sign to continue. "All those feelings, the good and the bad, is what life is, bug. Sometimes you get scared, shy and sad, everybody does. But what is important is that everyone chooses to deal with these feelings differently. And these choices you make, whether you cry, give up or stand up to your fears, that's what shapes you into the person you'll become once you grow up, my lovely friend," I explain, looking deeply into her beautiful and innocent hazel eyes. "Would like me to help you overcome your fear, Poppy? You're such a strong and brave young lady, I can tell," I smile at her when she gives me a shy nod. "Yes, please." --- This story is a product of my imagination. None of things mentioned in the story are real, and it is not my intention to offend Harry or any other people mentioned in the story as their behaviour is purely idolised.

I didn't plan on falling in love with Harry Styles. I planned on surviving. Behind a bar, my life makes sense. Drinks in, drinks out. Keep moving. Don't get too close to anyone who might leave. Harry ruins that system the moment he walks in. He's patient in a way that's dangerous. Gentle in a way that makes it hard to keep my distance. He doesn't try to fix me, doesn't ask me to explain the parts of my life I'd rather keep buried. He just... stays. What starts as late-night conversations and quiet companionship slowly becomes something neither of us expected. Something steady. Something terrifying. Something that might actually be love. And when you've spent your entire life learning how to do everything alone, letting someone stay might be the hardest thing of all.

o. 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 ... in which gypsy's mother befriends an international singer and she does too. ❪ harry styles x fem oc ❫ ❪ social media x real life ❫ ❪ copyright @bisousharry ❫

"Would you ever give me a piece of your heart Harry?" I joke, trying to lighten the mood. "I think I'd give you the whole damn thing Wren." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wren Gilbert is a songwriter and also fulfilling her dreams of making her own albums. She loves music, she loves writing for other people too. But sometimes she gets tired of sharing her heart with other people who don't fully understand the meaning of her songs. So when she falls in love with a boy who loves her songs, and shows her to the world she's dreamed of being in, suddenly all of her songs were about him. Trigger Warning- This story contains minor drug use, sexual content, mental health issues and abuse.

A Harry Styles social media fanfic <3

The world doesn't know it's ending yet. The band is still standing. The lights are still bright. The noise is still loud. But somewhere between tour rehearsals and midnight studio sessions, something begins to shift. Curls fall to the bathroom floor. Lyrics pile up on the kitchen table. A green-taped microphone sits untouched while tiny hands tug at his jeans, asking him to stay just a little longer. Y/N sees it before anyone else does. The distance in his eyes when he comes home late. The weight of becoming something new. The fear of losing the boy he used to be. While the world waits for the next album, he's writing songs in the quiet - songs about love that didn't change when everything else did. Songs about the woman who stood in the doorway when he cut his hair. Songs about the children who don't care about eras or headlines - only that Daddy comes home. He hasn't stepped out alone. Not yet. He's still standing in the space between who he was and who he's about to become. And in the silence between the noise and the light- It's her. It's them. Through the quiet, it's you.

The world still sees five boys on stage. They see stadium lights. Sold-out tours. Laughter in interviews. They don't see the quiet in between. They don't see Harry slipping home after rehearsals to a baby who recognizes his voice before she recognizes her own name. They don't see Y/N learning how to balance motherhood with loving a man the world refuses to share. They don't see the exhaustion, the tenderness, the almosts. Darcy is growing faster than the band can blink. And somewhere between diaper changes and dressing rooms, Harry starts to feel it - the shift. Not the end. Not yet. But something is pulling at him. New melodies. New fears. New responsibilities. While One Direction prepares for what feels like just another chapter, Harry begins to quietly ask himself who he is outside of harmony - as a husband, as a father, as a man. This isn't the end of the band. It's the beginning of everything else.

The world knows him by the lights, the noise, the songs that echo through arenas full of screaming fans. She knows him in the quiet. What starts as something familiar-shared history, late-night texts, a feeling that refuses to stay buried-slowly becomes something neither of them planned for. Between tours, rehearsals, and a band that never misses an opportunity to tease him at the worst possible moments, they build a life in the spaces no one's watching. A love that grows soft instead of loud. A bond tested by fear, distance, and the chaos of becoming something new. A baby born into music, midnight feedings, and five boys who definitely did not plan on becoming uncles. As nights change and everything else follows, they learn what it means to choose each other-again and again-when the world won't slow down, the cameras won't look away, and the future refuses to wait. Because when the noise fades, when the lights go out, when everything changes- there is still baby, me and you. 💛