Emiliana Summers and Harry Styles have been best friends for 15 years and counting. While Harry is part of the biggest boy band in the world, She is a normal girl that keeps him grounded. When She joins Harry on the band's Take Me Home World Tour, they face life changing experiences. With everything going on, can they figure out whether their love for each other is platonic or not?

My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; his pinkie wrapped in mine is a feeling I've never realised I crave so badly. Perhaps because I couldn't have it. Not until now. **** With growing up comes change and for Tilly and Harry - change was their detriment. *this story contains mature and explicit content* * COMPLETED* Highest Achievements: #1 in one #1 in onedirection #1 in hs1 #1 in secretlove #1 in harrystyles #1 in films #1 in onedirectionasthemselves

“You,” he scoffed. “You don’t believe in love.” He looked astounded, as if this news was most unpredictable. I paused, replying as monotone as my voice could muster, “I believe in love. I just don’t desire it. It’s destructive. It ruins people.” His brow shot up, surprised by my answer. “Don’t tell me you’re a romantic,” I laughed. His posture grew tensed and he morphed back into the asshole I’d met a few days before. “No,” he stated. But surprising me too, he voiced the words I never dreamed him uttering, “But I think love is beautiful.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A hop, skip, and an ocean away, Annelie Mills arrives in London, attempting to run away from her past. With a job offer and a place to stay by her overbearing family, she feels she can flee from her afflicted past. Not wanting to impose on her relatives, and eager to get on her own feet, Annelie searches for a roommate, and she finds one in the introverted, mysterious, and unusually intriguing asshole, Harry Styles. Laced with drama, laughs, and newfound happiness, Annelie tries to build a new life, but will it fall to pieces? (dun dun dun)

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

"In order for this to work...you have to be open." Harry laughed...condescendingly? I set my coffee down and folded my arms on top of the table. "What's the problem?" He took another sip of his coffee, set it to the side, and clasped his naked hands together, setting them on the table in front of him. "The problem is that you, like every other reporter, say these nice things but then the second I walk away from the conversation, I'm made out to be a womanizer and a diva." I raised my eyebrows at that and leaned forward. "Well...are you a womanizer and a diva Mr. Styles?" I watched as something that I couldn't quite define flashed through his green eyes. "No. I am not." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What happens when Harry Styles, the one who swore he'd never open up, becomes the vulnerable one? What happens when he pushes back against the mysterious journalist, Rue Kline, and forces her to open up as well? "I don't wanna be alone when it ends..."