(completed) Lily thought she was just tagging along for a quiet summer at a borrowed villa-editing Gemma's book, swimming in silence, sipping wine under the sun. Then there was Harry. Sun-warmed skin, slow smiles, and a kiss that tasted like peach juice and too much possibility. They weren't supposed to fall. But some things ripen fast under the right heat. "You taste like peach," she whispered. He smirked. "You taste like summer." -- I've created 10 chapters following my initial final chapter! Hope you enjoy them!

After a chance meeting in Paris, two strangers bound by grief find something unexpected in each other-quiet understanding, and the beginning of something like healing. But love forged in the dark isn't always easy, especially when fame, silence, and old wounds get in the way. A story of loneliness, longing, and the quiet kind of love that asks you to stay. --- This story contains themes of grief, depression. Reader discretion is advised. I have a lot of times these days and found stuff i've never published, so i'm trying to post them!

A collection of little stories about Harry during his break after Love On Tour. No big drama, no epic twists - just fun, sweet, sometimes awkward meet-cutes. From surprise bike rides to park run-ins, these are the small, imagined moments inspired by fan photos, pap pics, and random "what ifs." Think of it as a bunch of side adventures - light, funny, and a little soft. Perfect for when you just want a cute story and a smile.

He wanted control. She gave him rules. Harry never meant to become obsessed with the girl in the lace bra who danced like she had nothing left to lose. She wouldn't kiss him. Wouldn't sleep with him. Wouldn't even give her real name. But he kept going back. ---- 10 chapters short story, definitely nsfw/mature content. Not my usual style, I wanted to try a story high on smut. Please vote and comments !

Sometimes, when I'm off tour, I get this itch. Not literal. Metaphorical. Tour ends, the lights shut off, and suddenly I'm just... still. No crew, no call times, no adrenaline. My body rests, but my brain? My brain starts looking for motion. Sometimes, that motion looks like gym sessions, long walks, locking myself in a studio with nothing but an acoustic and my ego. And sometimes? It looks like sex. Not tabloid shit. No god-complex orgies. Just something familiar. Women I trust. People who text back with a wink and nothing more. Like Sasha. Like Lou. Not like Lena. I thought it'd be casual. Banter, late-night texts, sex with no strings. But Lena doesn't do casual. And I'm starting to think I don't either - not with her.

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 !

It was just a contract. A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around. Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite. And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care. He didn't ask for company. I didn't ask for complications. But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted. And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud. They said don't fall for your boss. They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.

It starts with a wild girl and a dangerous kiss. Harry never expected to fall into Jules' chaos-or into the life of her best friend, Lena. Lena, soft-spoken, spoken for, and always one step from disappearing. Caught between them is a slow, aching pull: of friendship, of heartbreak, of love that comes too quietly to name. Lovers. Friends. Almosts. "I'll keep orbiting until you let me go."

She was blamed for something she never did. Sent away. Forgotten. But years later, when Kiara Rathore walks back into the mansion that destroyed her - she's not that scared little girl anymore. She's the storm they created.

Sydney thought escaping to the Italian coast would be the perfect way to mend her broken heart and finally finish her book. Peace, quiet, pasta... perfecto. What she didn't expect was her ridiculously attractive, incredibly grumpy, and oddly familiar neighbor to be a walking, talking (and singing) distraction. Turns out, "Mr. Normal" is actually Harry Styles, hiding out from the world. Oops! Between accidental beach dates, hilarious language mishaps, and the undeniable magic of the Amalfi Coast, Sydney and Harry find themselves falling for each other, fast. But can a heartbroken music therapist and a disillusioned pop star really make it work? Or will the glare of the spotlight - and their own past baggage - prove too much for their budding romance? Get ready for sunshine, serenades, and a whole lot of amore in Salerno Satellite! Publishes Wednesdays and Saturdays.