For years, Tomlinson has been the life of the party, making headlines with his wild antics and legendary escapades. With Niall Horan on drums and Liam Payne shredding on guitar, the trio became synonymous with sold-out shows and late-night revelry. Tomlinson's name was practically a fixture in the tabloids, his every move scrutinized and dissected by fans and paparazzi alike. Meanwhile, Styles skyrocketed to fame at a tender age, his smoldering gaze and undeniable talent captivating audiences worldwide. From the moment he stepped onto the stage at just 16, stadiums filled to the brim, and his ascent to superstardom seemed unstoppable. Yet, behind the glitz and glamour, whispers circulated about his elusive love life, with lovers coming and going as quickly as the flashbulbs could capture them.But then, in a plot twist no one saw coming, Tomlinson and Styles were spotted together-holding hands, stealing kisses, and defying all expectations. How had the party prince found solace in the arms of the brooding heartthrob? Tomlinson and Styles have rewritten the script, proving that in the unpredictable world of fame, love knows no bounds. Stay tuned as we unravel the mystery behind England's hottest romance!

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.

Niall is tired of being single. He's 20 and hasn't been on a date. His family and friends keep on bothering him about it. In order to get them off his back he decides to hire a boyfriend. But what happens when he starts falling for him? Will the hired boyfriend feel the same about him? And what happens when Niall finds out something he would never think was possible? This is my first ever fanfic so please bear with me. I'm trying my hardest to make it a decent story. It's a mpreg story so if that's not your thing simply don't read it. P.s If you stumbled upon my story and decided to give it a chance, thank you! I appreciate it so much. Enjoy! Hiii sorry about all the typos and the cringe lol but thank you so much for reading !!! (2019) xx

A story about a 17 year old boy called Louis Tomlinson who lost his parents and suffers from anxiety of loosing people that he grows to like. So he stays quiet, watching the world go on around him with no one acknowledging him. What will happen if the 27 year old Harry Styles, a wealthy handsome businessman will acknowledge and adopt the boy? Will it end well or will Harry's dark past continue to haunt him?

[Complete] Louis is a drama major starting his sophomore year in college. A bunch of stupid dares from his friends aren't supposed to turn his entire world upside down. Then again, maybe it's not the dares. Maybe it's just Harry, Niall's new Freshman roommate. Or a college AU where they give each other dares for x-amount of points, Harry's a freshman and has feelings™ for Louis, Louis is confused about everything, Zayn and Liam are best friends, and Niall just wants to play his guitar.

In which Harry Styles, a young, successful writer, falls in love with Alexis Russel, but does it the wrong way.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

Growing up you're either fond of something or you loathe their very existence, Louis had both. He was quite fond of his neighbour, Alex Styles with smart green eyes, black hair and a charming smile that wiggled its way in Louis' life making a spot in his six year old self. But then comes the loathe of his existence in the form of the devil's spawn itself, Harry motherfucking Styles. Or The unexpected enemies to lovers and academic rivals fic.