"Before we get started, I need you to know that I don't do soft sex. I like it rough." Harry Styles is surrounded by walls. But after a summer filled with deprecating passion, she might just be the only one who can break those walls. *this story contains mature and explicit content*

All Harry wanted was to get over his best friend's girl. All Nova wanted was to get over her traumatic past. So, they made a deal. But, this deal may end up being a bit more than they bargained for. WARNING: Sexually graphic. Themes of violence, drugs, and alcohol. May be subject to feels. *Gigi is only a face claim. You can picture whomever you want.*

*Includes Mature Content* Harry Styles: the founder and CEO of one of the fastest-growing American record labels and recording companies in the world. After starting the company at the age of twenty, he maintained the company's widespread success with the strong motivation of ensuring that he could provide for his six-year-old daughter, Naomi Styles. Iris Monroe: a bright and optimistic second-year first-grade English and Art teacher at the most prestigious private schools in the city of Los Angeles. While her students work on a writing activity, she notices one student in particular struggling with reading and writing more than expected at her age. In an attempt to reach out to Naomi's father, after leaving an endless number of voicemails and sending emails, Mr. Styles finally finds time in his busy schedule to meet Ms. Monroe for a parent-teacher conference. But when their relationship expands beyond the classroom, they're left entangled in a challenging and Frowned Upon predicament.

"one look at the newest member of the boston bruins and i knew i was absolutely, totally, completely, and irrevocably... pucked." ☘︎☘︎☘︎ [completed; january 14, 2021]

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

"𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙥, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮?" Sequel to 'Nine Blue Signs' CANNOT BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE Darker. Ominous. Terrifying. These are just a few words describing Gwen's new life while on the hunt to find Harry. The story of how two people went from enemies to lovers to strangers. Will they find each other again? More importantly, will they be the same people they were when they last saw each other?

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] ** Reader's discretion advised (18+) Smut chapters are indicated with an (*) - Excerpt chapter 3 - I had been dreaming about her all week, and now she was for sure not going to leave my brain. I had been fucking my fist every night to get rid of the image of her on her knees in front of me after I saw her biting down on that pencil at the bar on Monday. So flirty and dirty, yet so innocent. While the thought excited me, to be with someone without experience, I'd never act upon it. I was definitely rough in bed, and I had a lot of kinks and didn't know how to be soft. I'd completely ruin her. But then again, maybe she'd let me. Maybe she'd like it. ** Started: October 2021 ** Finished: December 2021