In which he strives for gold. And she is just silver. . . . harry styles au

In which Harry Styles is a criminal law professor at Harvard Law School, and Maude Sterling is his student.

*Mature & Explicit Content * A passionate love affair of Harry Styles a respected CEO and Katherine Woods an aspiring author. After a secretive and sensual one night stand. Can these two stay away?

lists of smut chapters from harry styles fanfics + descriptions :) ** started august 23rd, 2021

What happens when Harry chances upon not one, but two women that catch his eye... Pure smut, absolutely NSFW. Some parts of this pic are private due to the content so you must be following to read each chapter. *This fic was removed by wattpad years ago, I am not the original author all credit goes to HarrysHighNote*

the final chapters of harry and elena

After a chance encounter, social worker Nia Cole and novelist Harry Styles navigate through the trials and tribulations of young adulthood together. A story of rediscovery and rebirth, a Sunflower and its Sun. ---------- 'Look, no offense, but I don't really know you,' I say scooting over to give us a little space. 'Plus, you wouldn't wanna hear about it. You seem like a really...positive, person. Might fuck with your energy.' 'I don't know if that 'positive' was supposed to be a compliment or an insult but my energy's quite alright,' He says with a chuckle. 'You'd be 'fucking with my energy' if you didn't tell me.' 'But why-' '-Besides,' He interjects, tugging the sleeve on his jacket and pulling me closer to him as if that was where I belonged. 'It doesn't matter because we won't see each other again.' The tone of his last sentence walked a fine line between melancholic and contemplative, as though the thought of us never seeing each other again was an injustice of fate. My heart sank once I realized that he was right. Those deep green eyes of his fixated on mine, searching for any sign that I felt the same disappointment towards the inevitable. I did. Missing a person I hardly knew felt senseless, but so was lying to myself. -------------- Started: April 8, 2020 | ongoing

Golden, guns, and greedy glorification. *** "We both needed to weather the bad in order to grow; Kind of like a sunflower" he says quietly under his breath, looking over in my direction. I smile at his example, while we both stop and stare at the little sunflower which is being drawn to the sun behind us. That's when I realized I had been the sunflower. Feeling hopeless and broken trying to survive an endless amount of pouring rain. Trying to grow on my own until one day I wiped away my tears, and was finally able to see the sunshine that had unexpectedly creeped in, and helped me grow into who I am right here right now at this moment in time. The sun, which was always there hidden behind the dark gloomy rain clouds, finally broke through, causing the sunflower to follow wherever the sun had went. Although I never knew Harry was there, hiding behind the clouds, when he finally walked into my life, causing the sunshine to creep in, I had finally realized he was there to take me back to the light. When I had thought to myself the only person who could ever bring me back to that light had been taken from my life forever. "Yeah, kind of like sunflowers" *** Story started May 2020 - December 2020

I fall in love easily. I fall in love everywhere - on the tube, in interviews, stopped at a red light, during concerts, while I'm working and while I'm relaxing. It's a sensation that comes over me very easily. I almost never fall in love with looks, although I used to do that quite a lot when I was younger. I reckon it was the teenage rockstar stereotype that led me to such behaviours... I was it - young, popular, cool, attractive and everybody wanted to meet me and be around me. I'd escaped that self-prejudicial mindset, though, and I started falling in love with beings. When I first met Essie, I hadn't even seen her face and I'd already managed to fall a little in love with her. She stood in the middle of that huge set, fixing umbrella lights and dancing along to Bowie. I noticed her entire body moving subtly, along with the rhythm of 'Rebel Rebel', even her blonde curls boobed along as he sang. As the shoot moved along, I fell for her mannerisms, her way of being which was so bohemian but so stiff and firm at the same time. She released such small bits of information out into the universe that it was often hard to catch them.