Westlake, South Carolina. Home to Brooklyn Callahan, the best latte maker on the east coast. Or so her mom tells her. She's lived in the mundane town with two stop lights her whole life, never needing more than the beach, her record player, and three coffees a day to counteract her terrible sleep schedule. Nothing interesting has ever happened to her and nothing ever will...that is, until one of the most famous, brown haired, green eyed nineteen year olds in the world waltzes into her work near closing and orders a black coffee. The ten minute exchange doesn't go very far, but with the whole summer ahead of him, Harry is determined to learn more about the first person he's met in a long time that didn't know his name. Brooklyn has only known quiet, and Harry has only known commotion. What happens when they show each other the sides of life they've been missing, overcome trials, and experience heartbreak, all while learning what love is in the process? EXCERPT: "I'm Harry." He says, and I only furrow my brow deeper. "Brooklyn." I say, even though I told him last night. "And I'm confused." "About what?" "You." "Already? We barely know each other yet." "Yet?" "I said I had the summer off." "...Congrats?" He laughs. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to make the most of it in your little town you call Westlake." Now I laugh. Hard. Almost a little too hard. And now I'm embarrassed. "Sorry, I just have no idea why you would subject yourself to that." I sigh. "I'd like a little bit of nothing." He says, repeating my words from last night. "I mean I guess there's nothing wrong with that...but why are you telling me this?" His gaze averts from me to the window for a few seconds before he looks back at me and shrugs his shoulders. "Don't know. But I like you, Brooklyn, so maybe you can show me around." - every chapter is based off of a taylor swift song, but you don't have to be a fan of hers to read! <3 STARTED JANUARY 2022 COMPLETED AUGUST 2022

*this story does not belong to me, originally written by bioluminescentwriting on tumblr* In some ways, Piper Stone is your average 23 year old. She graduated a year ago, she had a shit job, and her flat was the size of a shoe box. In other ways, Piper Stone is not your average 23 year old. She graduated a year ago with a Ph.D in computer science, her shit job was at MI6, her shoebox flat was below the flat of a man who may or may not be the head of London's largest crime syndicate. Oh, and now she's working with one of the most elite agents in the service, a member of a notorious black ops group, who's as lethal as he is attractive. Did she mention she was sleeping with him? Piper Stone is definitely not your average 23 year old. *all parts and extras are reposted* [COMPLETED]

"starting today," the infamous raven vargas says, spreading her hands wide, in a gesture suggesting that today is some sort of tangible object-something right here in the room with us, "is the rest of your life." ☤☤☤ gracie is a surgical intern at seattle medical center. her focus is the medicine. the last thing on her mind is finding a best friend. (until she does.) or finding a boyfriend. (until she does.) or finding a husband. (until she does.) or having kids. (until she does.) best of all, who is to say it happens in that order? ☤☤☤ [completed; april 6, 2020]

"When you let me go," I trail on, "did it hurt?" He smiles genuinely, "It did. It was the most painful thing I had to do but, I had to. I had to let you go." There are a million places on earth I want to go to, to see, to memorize, to experience. But through the places I've been, there's still one place I always go back to. Meeting him was an adventure, was a travel with an uncertain destination yet, it was the best ride I've ever been in. Only, one day I'm just led to believe that those journeys never happened. I woke up one day and time had left me. Fine details had been scratched, stories were rewritten, the writings on the wall painted over. . . and he never existed. Then I found his letter and his necklace, then suddenly, we were back to where we were.

Just as things were starting to come together, everything slipped away. A tragic series of events forces Kate to learn her love story backward while it keeps moving forward. Styles Not Prince

The rose and the sunflower. The girl with the golden eyes and the boy with a golden heart. The girl that believed love was just a fairytale and the boy that believed fairytales are just stories waiting to come true. 'I used to think love was a pointless excuse of not wanting to die alone.' 'I think it'd be pointless to die without loving someone.' The story of Georgette Hayley Granger and Harry Edward Styles. ~ TW: anxiety and panic attacks, death/grief, family-related/childhood trauma HIGHEST RANKS: #1 harryedwardstyles #1 fineline #1 1d #1 1dfanfic #1 niallhoran #1 fanfictiononedirection #3 harry #6 harrystylesfanfic #8 harrystyles #10 styles #15 5secondsofsummer ~ Started: August 11th 2020 Published: September 1st 2020 Completed: March 5th 2023 *Not accepting translations right now!!*

Elle's life was mapped out-law school, bar results, a brillant boyfriend in the same field, and a future in a courtroom. But a chance encounter in a smoky jazz bar with a certain pop star turns everything upside down. Pulled into the world of music, songwriting, and fame, Elle finds herself between who she's expected to be and who she might become. ---- Author's Note: This story takes its time. It's a story about finding your voice before falling in love. It's about music, friendship, letting go of expectations, and figuring yourself out. If you're here for the journey, not just the romance-you're in the right place.

They weren't supposed to be anything. Just two grown-ups, a little chemistry, and a lot of mutual understanding: keep it casual. No strings, no drama. But when a surprise pregnancy turns their perfectly easy arrangement into something impossibly complicated, Nina and Harry are forced to figure out what it means to raise a baby together - without losing their sanity... or their hearts. It's not a love story. At least, it wasn't meant to be. ---- I've completed the story but I will publish 2 chapters a day only :)

[Mature] With such a magnetic attraction, they could afford to wait for their perfect moment. So, when the time is right, Harry and Eloise finally get to embark on something magical together. Navigating their blossoming relationship through tours and a burgeoning new career, the hiatus and new directions, they experience all manner of highs and lows. They'll face revelations and illnesses, break ups and make ups, weddings and anniversaries. But whose? The story starts in September 2016, with the rest of the chapters then telling the unfolding story of their relationship chronologically from January 2015. Please note: This is intended as an exercise in character development and descriptive writing. Any mistakes are my own. Harry features heavily - because he's incredibly charismatic and so talented - but I feel a little out of my comfort zone writing RFC, so will be mindful to be as respectful as possible. Disclaimer: Contains some mature content. I have no links to Harry or any of his associates. Rather, I am just borrowing him and them as familiar points of reference for not-for-profit artistic license.

What happens when she gets the opportunity to go to the concert of her musical idol? Does she believe it when he flirts with her? Do she believe it when he asks to see her again? It is real? Is she dreaming? Can she let her insecurities go and live in the moment? Will his status get in the way? Will her past get in the way? Can two people who were never meant to meet find their way? Is it fate? Is it destiny? *mature content *18 plus *HARRY STYLES FANFICTION NO TRANSLATION