"Would you mind playing for me?" An unknown voice asked behind me. I turned around, meeting a soft gaze of his welcoming iris and his alluring features. But he, he were a complete stranger. Softly again he spoke, "Play for me, maybe you can be part of my band." - Winter, an upcoming album, New Years. Harry Styles, an artist/performer, desperately finds for a former keyboardist - eager to begin his second album, an extreme due date on schedule. Louisa, a college student, finds herself longing for music, future and passion. In Tokyo, Japan - she stumbles upon Harry Styles who seeks for something just as her. Two different worlds colliding into music. Could this be the start or the end of something so unfamiliar but real. Is it just till friendship. Or. More? - In the intricate dance of love and friendship, two hearts find themselves entangled in a powerful bond. Yet, as their feelings intensify, one must grapple with the agonizing choice between risking it all and longing for an elusive love that can never be. An emotionally stirring tale that explores the bittersweet complexities of a friendship on the precipice of something more. (By Harrytosses)

{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

*this story contains mature and explicit content.* [on going] rules, secrets, and lies all get uncovered eventually. and then what remains is the broken pieces of something that once was everything, but now is nothing. // "And what am I?" Then he smirks, and it's nothing but bitter. I know his next words are gonna be everything he's been wanting to say from the moment he met me. "Nothing," his are eyes on mine. "you're nothing." he means it. I smile because he least expects it. I lean forward like he did, matching his movements. I take a good look at him, his scars, his bruises. And I know the only difference between his and mine is that mine are invisible. "And what are you, any better?" His smirk remains, his eyes cold, his words uncaring. "I'm glad you're finally starting to catch on." he reminds me we're the same. // ** Set in the 90's.

[completed] "I'm Harry Styles. The artist." ~~ Two heartbroken individuals happen to stumble into each others lives and completely change everything. Read to follow Aurora and Harry's journey through these ups and downs as they fall in love but can't seem to escape their past lives. ~~ Aurora Honeycutt, the florist. Harry Styles, the artist. Or as they like to call each other - the Flower and the Capolavoro. ~~ (Book 1) *story contains mature and explicit content*

Golden Book Two Golden. My favorite song written off the album - the first song I wrote about her - Aurelia Moon. My golden girl. She's had me wrapped around my finger since the night we met. Our memories run on repeat in my mind everyday since I last saw her. She's the light of my life, my sun and moon. Only now, her gaze is not filled with light; her eyes are hard and glaring, and I'm at fault. My heart plummets and sinks in my chest but I force a smile on the outside. "Aurelia..." I say with a forced smirk. I love saying her name and I know she always loved hearing it. "Still my muse, even now." My heart quickens with hope when I see the goosebumps rise on her soft skin. Even after all this time. *mature and explicit content*

Purple was never kind to the ones in reality. ~ "Get out of here." The familiar boy told the redheaded girl, her heartrate rising with each erratic breath. "He never lets you leave." Purple struggled greatly with mixing blues and reds, ensuring their dye joined as one. Never were they allowed to function on their own. Never were they allowed as individual colors, nor were lighter shades of violet. There was either dark purple, or there was six o'clock. Trembling under the Blue lights, the Red peered over the boy's shoulder at the grandiose poster plastered on the wall. If she couldn't leave Wonderland, then she would watch it burn.

(COMPLETED) Angelina knew the Amalfi Coast like the back of her hand. After all, she visited it twice a year. Harry Styles was sent there to film a music video. Meeting in a pottery class wasn't expected, nor was the future they both built together.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑐 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒. In which Harry falls for her cherry heels and golden aura, encasing him in a liquified supernova of love. This is a work of fiction. Mature content. 18+ Started: December 2020 Completed: October 2021 I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*