I always thought my 'I made it' moment would be on stage in front of thousands of adoring fans, however, sitting at this dinner table across from Harry Styles this is definitely my 'I made it' moment Lucy Butler was an average 24 year old with dreams of becoming a famous singer, never in her wildest dreams did she think one 30 second TikTok would make those dreams a reality. Singing alongside Harry Styles the tension becomes too much to hold back from one another, although with people standing in between them will love persevere? This story uses social media with pictures to follow along. This story is for an audience over 18! Highly sexual scenes included

I met her once and wrote a song about her I want to scream, I want to shout it out, I hope she hears me now [UNDER MAJOR EDITING!] Started: July 23, 2020 Finished: October 28, 2020

an enemies to friends with benefits to lovers fic about putting up walls, dealing with loss, and finding common ground. MATURE (18+ readers only ) sexual content, alcohol use, cursing, death of a parent, adult themes Rankings: #6 in #lhh 2.17.23 #1 in #harrystylessmut 2.22.23

Zeya Monroe never wanted to be famous-she just wanted to be heard. When she's thrown into the spotlight as Harry Styles' opening act, all eyes are suddenly on her. The crowd loves her. He doesn't. But the more they push each other away, the closer their shadows seem to fall in sync. She's got a voice. He's got the stage. And between them stands a manager who doesn't care who gets destroyed on the way up.

"we'll be alright." in which two people never really stop loving each other. aka even after being broken up for over a year, soleil monroe just cannot get over harry freaking styles.

She spilled her coffee, her almond croissant, and possibly her dignity-right onto Harry Styles. Emma's a French translator with zero chill, a tragic relationship with her inbox, and a talent for falling over her own feet. Harry's supposed to be focusing on his next album, not getting tangled up with the hilarious, chaotic girl who crashes into his life-literally. This is not a muse story. She's not his inspiration-she's just herself. But that might be the whole point. One almond croissant, one girl, one quietly ridiculous love story.

[Book 1] Not many people are lucky enough to have a close and genuine friend in a person as Olivia Masterson does in someone as remarkable as Harry Styles. Having been best friends for ten years, Harry and Liv can never go long without the other by their side. They have spent nearly every waking moment together from the ages of nine and ten. The year began, marking the start of One Direction's first official world tour, and in turn, the biggest test their friendship has seen yet. An unpredictable series of events both good and bad, and an increase in the distance between them, made them realise that the love for each other that may not be so platonic after all. For the first time in ten years, they were questioning everything. Lines were blurring, feelings were shifting, and changes were happening all around them. They have already been through so much in the last ten years, can they make it through their most challenging year yet? _ Highest Rankings #1 in 1d & 1dfanfic #2 in tour & harrystyles #7 in harryfanfic #9 in niallhoran #23 in travel Started: March 2018 Finished: August 2019

Harry Styles, one fifth of the world's most in-demand boyband, has all but given up looking for love and has, for the moment, resigned himself to enjoying his success and life alone. Then he meets Natasha. She is beautiful but such a closed book, more shut off than anyone he has ever met. She gives little away vocally but through her body language her personality screams a whole load of contradictions at him. She is an enigma, a code that he wants to break open and understand why there is something so very lonely about the beautiful girl who is so difficult to read. This is the simple love story of Harry and Natasha. Simple? Is Love Ever? **** Warning: Contains mature content. **** All Rights Reserved to LoveVincitOmnia 2015. Please don't copy or reproduce.

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."

Preston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza