you are my moonlight fresh out of one direction and writing his debut album, harry styles meets mystery girl sydney lewis tw: themes of alcoholism and minor drug use

Symphony (noun) An elaborate music composition; a long complex piece of music, often with a variety of different instruments and a wide range of musical expression. Nella Rowen didn't set out to fall for the most beloved musician in the world - she only wanted to survive her first job on a global tour. But under the glow of stage lights, surrounded by music that moves the world, she finds herself drawn to the one person she's supposed to stay professional around: him. As his tour travels from city to city, so does their growing connection - quiet glances, late-night conversations, and something unspoken building between them. But with cameras everywhere, a team watching her every move, and a career on the line, Nella faces a choice that could change everything: keep her distance... or give in to a love too powerful to ignore. "He suppressed a smile, but I knew he was fighting back tears. As the crowd cheered, and the loud bangs of the fireworks went off. He was still staring down at the piano, biting his lip. He didn't look up, he couldn't. He was trying to make the seconds tick by slower, capture this moment in his mind like a photo, except- not what he was seeing, what he was feeling. He was soaking it in, every last moment of it. But how could you capture this feeling? This once in a lifetime, special kind of feeling? There was this magic in the air, one that I was so familiar with. A feeling that only Harry could create, a sentiment that wouldn't exist without him. I felt it at every show, every hug, every speech, every huddle before we went on stage.. Every time he looked into my eyes and I looked into his." Most impressive rankings so far!: #1 in HarrysHouse #5 in HarryStyles

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 never expected to crash into each other-and even less expected a friendship to turn into something more. Can they navigate distance, independence, and feelings that refuse to stay "just friends"?

This is the story of Harry and Rose - two souls learning how to bloom together in the light and shadow of fame. Between quiet mornings and stolen glances, whispered songs and tabloid storms, they find themselves growing - tangled but tender - in a garden that isn't always kind to love. It's not just about falling in love, but learning how to keep it alive when everyone wants to see it wilt. A story about music, privacy, and the courage it takes to keep something beautiful alive under constant sun.

It was just a contract. A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around. Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite. And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care. He didn't ask for company. I didn't ask for complications. But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted. And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud. They said don't fall for your boss. They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.

I think she said I'm having your baby.... and it's none of your business. BOOK THREE TO STYLIST!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READY STYLIST I SUGGEST YOU GO BACK AND READDDDD!

"They say insanity is trying the same thing but expecting something new" - Anson Seabra. SEQUEL TO STYLIST El kept telling him it was only meant to be for one night. She kept that mentality, or tried to. Harry didn't believe one bit of the front she put up so he fought hard. Right when he had her...he pushed her away. Through heart break and confusion that neither of them expected they found each other again, but can they make it work, or were they truly doomed from the start? EXCERPT: "When someone like me feels pain, or happiness or anything for that matter, I take it and I go with it... I use it as inspiration." He tells me. "So you wrote a song about me?" I ask, feeling my hands fumble as I try not to act as nervous as I feel while waiting for the answer. "The whole album is about you..." he tells me, and I realize he's more nervous than I am. I broke his heart... we broke each other's heart, and now all we can do is pick up the broken pieces... or try to.

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

"This isn't how I imagined it going." "Neither did I, but I'm kind of enjoying it." started: 5/29/2025 finished: ???