She wasn't looking for him. He wasn't supposed to stay. But Lotte, the sharp-eyed café owner with a soft heart and no need for English, knew better. In a quiet Berlin café filled with secondhand furniture, old vinyl records, and Lotte's unbeatable cherry cake, Emi lives a life of stillness-small, steady, safe. Then Harry Styles walks in, quiet and unshaven, trying to disappear. What starts with shared glances and mismatched mugs becomes routines, soup bowls, and late-night confessions. Emi pretends not to know who he is. Harry pretends he's not falling. And Lotte? She sees everything-and starts nudging them together with cake, eye-rolls, and more than a little mischief. But secrets don't stay quiet forever. When the world comes calling and Harry's love songs start sounding a little too familiar, Emi has to choose: stay hidden in her quiet corners-or finally risk being seen. A slow-burn, aching love story about intimacy, anonymity, and the grandmotherly matchmaker who always knew best. --- Warning : It's very slow and very long!

She spilled her coffee, her almond croissant, and possibly her dignity-right onto Harry Styles. Emma's a French translator with zero chill, a tragic relationship with her inbox, and a talent for falling over her own feet. Harry's supposed to be focusing on his next album, not getting tangled up with the hilarious, chaotic girl who crashes into his life-literally. This is not a muse story. She's not his inspiration-she's just herself. But that might be the whole point. One almond croissant, one girl, one quietly ridiculous love story.

ON HIATUS When a simple act of kindness can change a girls life. Paige was just enjoying her life with her friends when she gives up her seat to help a child and their mother. But this act of kindness does not go unrecognized. How one good deed can lead to an adventure of a lifetime.

When Lou accidentally loses her nephew's toy whale, she doesn't expect Harry Styles to show up at her door to return it - or to slowly become part of her everyday chaos. What begins with mismatched furniture and late-night sushi turns into something deeper, quieter, and harder to define. In a story of almosts, pauses, and unexpected closeness, Closer Than Skin explores the quiet intimacy of a slow-burn connection - one that finds its rhythm not in grand gestures, but in small moments that linger. --- Short Story inspired from 'The Park' of the Side Quest One Shot Collection. It's a soft story, hope you like it !

Harry thought it was just one weekend. Near Barcelona. A stolen shirt. A girl he couldn't quiet forget. Months later, he walks into lunch with his girlfriend Romi-only to find her new assistant is Alice. The same girl. What follows is a slow unraveling of boundaries, secrets, and everything they tried to leave behind. Because when the past shows up holding your coffee and a schedule for your day, pretending nothing happened... What do you do?

He is a rockstar, but also her boss. She is a creative director, who happens to work in pleasing. This is the love story that everyone wish it didn't happen.

Sarah boards a flight to Malaysia blissfully unaware of two things: 1. Heartthrob Harry Styles is seated up ahead in first class 2. Their plane is about to go down in the Indian Ocean

Then- A roar. A scream. Echoing through stone and metal. "EVELYN!" It cracked through the silence like a thunderclap. A man's voice. Raw. Wild. Agonized. Powerful. Evelyn's body jolts. But then it comes again - louder. More desperate. "EVIE!" Her eyes widen, breath catching violently in her throat. Harry. It's him. It's really him. Her lips tremble. Her heart stutters. "Harry...?" She staggers upright, legs wobbling. "HARRY!" The scream rips from her throat, broken and hoarse. She stumbles toward the door, arms still bleeding, her chains dragging behind her. Her entire body fights to move, even as agony pulses through every limb. "HARRY!" "I'M HERE!" Tears pour down her cheeks, sobs wracking her chest. She nearly reaches the door-when Celestie lunges from the shadows, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her backward. "ENOUGH!" Celestie snarls. "You stupid girl-he's not coming. That's not him." But Evelyn is feral now. Screaming. Thrashing. "Let me go! That's him! That's my Harry!" She claws toward the door, dragging her own body against the stone, blood smearing the floor. "HARRY!" Celestie clamps a hand over her mouth, trying to silence her. "Stop screaming! He'll never find you!" Evelyn screams against her palm, muffled sobs escaping. "HARRY-!" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• In a world where love feels like a distant dream, Evelyn has always been a burden, neglected and abused and tortured inhumanely by her family. Just as she dares to hope for a brighter future, she is abandoned at the altar by her intended groom, leaving her heart shattered and her spirit fragile. Feeling unwanted and trapped in a cycle of indifference, she is haunted by the shadows of her past until Harry, a boy from her childhood who once showed her kindness, steps in to marrying her to fulfill his mother's wish. A marriage formed out of a

"falling for him wasn't falling at all. it was walking into a house, and suddenly knowing you're home." as sweet as a melody, 'sage & harry: pretty face' promises the cutest love story. #1 in fratboyharry phh // softrry // short chapters a harry styles fanfiction, 2024.