Y/n and Harry have a big year coming up. Solo career? A movie? This was just the beginning.

In which the world-famous musician, Harry Styles, meets his match in his new tour photographer, Isabella Blake, leading to more complications than either of them could have expected.

"They say insanity is trying the same thing but expecting something new" - Anson Seabra. SEQUEL TO STYLIST El kept telling him it was only meant to be for one night. She kept that mentality, or tried to. Harry didn't believe one bit of the front she put up so he fought hard. Right when he had her...he pushed her away. Through heart break and confusion that neither of them expected they found each other again, but can they make it work, or were they truly doomed from the start? EXCERPT: "When someone like me feels pain, or happiness or anything for that matter, I take it and I go with it... I use it as inspiration." He tells me. "So you wrote a song about me?" I ask, feeling my hands fumble as I try not to act as nervous as I feel while waiting for the answer. "The whole album is about you..." he tells me, and I realize he's more nervous than I am. I broke his heart... we broke each other's heart, and now all we can do is pick up the broken pieces... or try to.

In London, you're 18, living with roommate Sam, simply surviving each day after a tough few years. Can the boys inject some joy into your life, while you restore normalcy to theirs? Here is a short taste of what you will read in this book: You glance over at the lamppost. "Do you see that lamppost over there? The last person to get there pays," Without a second thought, you start to sprint, feeling the rush of adrenaline as Harry races right beside you. You're both laughing, the thrill of the chase filling the air, until you reach the lamppost first and playfully slam it. "Haha. I win!" you declare while laughing. But then, in the midst of your laughter, you stumble over your own feet and end up tumbling to the ground. Harry rushes over to you, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?!" he asks, his worry palpable. You can't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all. He smiles and joins you on the ground, laying beside you, you both gaze up at the stars. "You scared me!" he exclaims. "Sorry. I think I forgot how to walk," You joke. You share a laugh, both of you having had a bit too much to drink. "I really like you, Y/n," Harry confesses, his gaze meeting mine. You turn your head to meet his eyes. "I really like you too, Harry," you admit, smiling softly. You can feel his gaze on your lips, and without hesitation, you lean in to kiss him... ______________________________________ DISCLAIMER! This is a fanfiction. I write the boys how I see the boys. This is obviously not real and I'm just doing it for fun. I hope you will read and I can bring a smile to a face or two. There will be sexual scenes, curse words, alcohol, drugs, eating disorder, suicide and illegal stuff. I'm not promoting it. I'm just showing what some people go through and how "crazy" it really can get. It's not healthy or "cool". It's reality and I think it's necessary to spread awareness.