Charlotte has always known exactly who she is: composed, precise, untouchable. Until one moment, one choice, shifts everything. Harry doesn't do complications. And yet, he can't seem to walk away from her. What starts as work tension becomes something harder to define. Something neither of them planned for. Because control is easy. Until you meet the one person who makes you want to let go.

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.

"For all time." A slow...slow...slow burning friends to lovers because I love the torture! ❤️ 18+

Sophie Lennon is an art curator who lands the job of a lifetime at New York's most prestigious gallery - The Pink Velvet Theatre. More than just a gallery, it is a place of carefully crafted illusion. Harry Styles, the elusive owner, is already a legend in the industry. He's brilliant and accomplished, but rarely seen. When Sophie stumbles upon something she was never meant to see, everything changes. Keeping her at a distance is no longer possible and neither is letting her go.

Time is a strange thing when you're running from it at three hundred kilometers per hour. It stretches. It blurs. It pretends to heal things it only teaches you how to live around. And I think, somewhere along the way, I stopped being afraid of crashing. And started being afraid of what would happen if I didn't. Because the truth is - You can outrun a lot of things. But not the person who changed the way your heart learned to exist.

She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know." "Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting." "I was told 'companion with boundaries.'" Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable." "Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine." "Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know." She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?" Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

"You shouldn't be here," he says. His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth I keep looking for. I don't look away. I can't afford to. "And yet... here I am." Harry doesn't smile. He just exhales, the scent of expensive whiskey and cold air hitting my face as his eyes track the way my pulse jumps in my throat. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." // Ariella was supposed to be a star. She survived a past that should have killed her, and she was ready to leave the wreckage behind for a microphone and a stage. But a gig at The Sterling-a high-end hotel owned by Harry Styles didn't buy her a way out. Hired to be a voice for the elite, Ella quickly realizes she's just a shield. A beautiful, tragic distraction for Harry to use while he moves weapons through the city's shadows. But Harry isn't the only one with a motive. Blackmailed by a detective to spy on the city's most dangerous family, Ella is forced to play a double game to save her sister's life. She's trapped between a law that doesn't care if she breathes and a mafia leader who is starting to own her. She's hearing secrets she can't unhear. She's seeing murders she can't forget. And the more she plays the role of a lifetime, the more she realizes the biggest threat isn't the men in suits or the guns in their hands. It's the fact that she's starting to find a home in the one place that will surely destroy her. In this game, the first one to feel... loses. ONGOING | MATURE CONTENT (18+) Highest Rankings : #1 in hsfanfic (5/5/26) #1 in Darkrry (5/28/26)

Maddie West survived a love that almost destroyed her. Now she's trying to build a life that doesn't revolve around what she lost. After the fallout of a relationship that left her hollowed out, Maddie is learning how to exist in the quiet that comes after heartbreak-the kind that doesn't leave scars you can point to, only memories you can't escape. She's stronger now. More guarded. And determined not to let the past rewrite her future. But healing is messy. Old wounds reopen. Familiar names still hurt. And just when Maddie thinks she's finally moving forward, the echoes of what she lost start drifting back into her life-pulling at parts of her she thought were gone for good. Because some loves don't disappear when they end. They linger. They haunt. And they change who you become. BACKWASH is a slow, emotionally heavy story about surviving a devastating love, learning how to stand on your own again, and what happens when the past refuses to stay buried. If you love: • heartbreak that lingers • emotional healing arcs • messy, realistic grief • soft but shattered heroines • and stories that feel painfully real this story is for you.

Mallory Monroe is a surgical intern at Grand Meadow Hospital. Harry Styles is a prestigious pediatric surgeon who will do anything to save his patients lives. But what will happen when their paths cross before they even make it through those hospital doors?

Harry's chicken is in her garden again. For the third time this week. "Styles!" she shout over the fence. "Your demon bird is attacking my sunflowers again!" He appears, slow and unbothered, leaning against the fencepost like he's got all the time in the world. "She's not attacking. She's exploring." "She's murdering." He grins. "Guess she's got taste." She crosses her arms. "I'll make stew." "Touch her," he says, "and I'll plow your garden flat." "Threats from a man who can't even keep a chicken home?" He looks at her, amused. "Wouldn't call her the only one sneaking over lately." And just like that, she's the one blushing redder than her poor, dying sunflowers.