What would you do if Harry Styles walked into your coffee house every day during the hight of summer in Berlin, and ordered a matcha latte while he flirted shamelessly with you over the counter? Elise flirted back, and she never regretted it... Even if it just lasted a little while. MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

He's the agent that's supposed to get her to turn against her own husband. She's the abused wife of a man with too many secrets. Will they find their way through a web of lies and deceit? Mature and explicit content.

"Answer the question." His voice wasn't rough, just firm. There wasn't a clear answer to that question. It just raised a million more in my head. But if I listened to my heart, there was one thing I knew for sure. "Music is all I have." /// So, maybe chasing dreams is for idiots and nepo babies, but Rory did it. On LA streets with a freshly shattered dream, a chance crossed her path. It turns out, Five of Crows, some frat boy rock band, lost their fifth member. Why? Who cares. Is this a miracle that's landed at her feet, or a mistake waiting to happen? And what price is she willing to pay for the sake of a dream? CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES, MENTAL HEALTH THEMES, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, BLACKMAIL, COERCION, AND ALL AT ONCE. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION! (Inspired by Duplicity)

It was only supposed to be one night. One stupid night. One broken heart. One dimpled boy. And half a bottle of tequila. One night was all it took to turn her whole world upside down. EXCERPT FROM ONE NIGHT: Harry laughed softly into her mouth, "That's a good sound." He pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing a piece of hair out of her face with a tenderness that made her chest ache. He looked at her like he saw her, really saw her. And she'd never known what that felt like until now. "Beautiful," he whispered. Mae blushed-actually blushed-and tried to cover her face with her hands. Harry grinned, catching her wrists and tugging them gently away. "Uh-uh. I wanna see." She was already a puddle. He kissed her again, pinning her hands above her head this time, and the shift in power made her pulse race. His mouth moved to her neck, soft and slow, making her shiver. "When do you leave?" he murmured, kisses trailing toward her collarbone. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Train's at one. It's just after ten now." Harry smirked, lifting his head. "Plenty of time, then."

"Not everyone looks at me like you do," he says. I scoff. "Like I want to throw something at your face?" He leans in. "Like you want to kiss me and kill me in the same breath." - Cassandra Wilde is used to being invisible. That's what ghostwriters are paid to be. Quiet, compliant, and in the background while someone else takes the spotlight. But when she's pushed into co-writing an album with Harry Styles, her best friend's fake boyfriend and the last person she wants to work with, things get complicated. He's cocky, guarded, and way too good at getting under her skin. What starts as a battle of egos turns into something messier, and much harder to hide from the media, from their friends, and from themselves. She was supposed to be a ghost. But he's not letting her disappear that easily. - ghostwrite /ˈɡōs(t)rīt/ verb write (material) for someone else who is the named author. - most impressive ranks: #1 in harrystyles #1 in styles #7 in rockstar !! Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content !!

in which a girl seeks her ex's help to save their kidnapped child from the wrath of someone with dangerous intentions.

❝Been dreaming about me again, Indigo?❞ ••• [H.S.] - enemies to lovers

Being devastatingly attractive, a ruthless lover, a shameless heartbreaker, and a magnet for scandal - Harry Styles is adored and hated by millions. So when he reappears after five mysterious years of silence, the entire country watches him step back into the dazzling spotlight on the famed late-night talk show, Live with Devon! Emma Sinclair, one of the rookie script editors at the show, treats his attendance like any other day at work. She's not starstruck, she's not hopping on any of the gossip trains, she's just doing her job. But what starts as a professional obligation, unravels into something far more complicated when she meets Mr. Styles himself. Fame is messy, just as desire. And along the way, Emma learns falling for a celebrity might be the most complicated when he falls back. Achievements: #1 Harryfanfic #1 Styles #2 fandom

Clara Delaney was never supposed to get a second chance. But when the industry's golden boy, Harry Styles, invites her into his world, doors she thought were sealed forever swing wide open. Overnight, everything she once dreamed of; fame, recognition, even love, feels within reach. It's perfect. Almost too perfect. Fame, friendship, love... suddenly, it's all hers. But in an industry built on lies, Clara is about to learn that nothing is ever as perfect as it seems. Fabricated, even.