"We're still best friends, Becca. Nothing's changed." "I know... but we've slept together twice now, and that's making me think." "We just did each other a favor." "Yeah... but how do we know it won't happen again?" "If you think I'm going to pretend nothing happened between us, you're completely wrong," he wraps both arms around my waist. "I like what we have now, and I don't want it to stop." "But we're best friends," I say quietly. "That's just a stupid label that tells people where the line is supposed to be," he smiles. "Yeah, we're best friends. But who says we can't sleep together whenever we both want to?" ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / ALCOHOL / FIGHTS / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

A world of red carpets comes with responsibilities. You don't get the glamour of fame, the money, the attention and the success without abiding by the rules given to you. Or in other words, the contracts. Juliette Harper finds this out the hard way. When her take off to fame and subsequent enterance into the Hollywood life comes after she stars in a romance movie with hot shot actor Sebastian Vale, she must uphold the conditions to ensure that she doesn't lose that success. But those conditions cost her more than she may be willing to lose; the only real thing she's ever had. When she agrees to a PR relationship with her Co-star the rules sound easy: Pretend to be in love, be affectionate for the cameras, talk highly about each other and most importantly don't let anyone find out it's fake. But it no longer feels so easy when she meets none other than the most loved male singer in Hollywood- Harry Styles. What starts off as innocent infatuation becomes something much more. Something a lot deeper. Something real. But is she willing to lose everything she's built, everything she's working towards for the only genuine connection she's ever had? Or are the claws of her PR contract sunken too deep into her life for her to escape its hold?

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.

hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

❝OF COURSE I STILL CARE LOVE'S NEVER WASTED WHEN IT'S SHARED. AND ALTHOUGH ITS OVER, I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE❜❜ the art of loving is a common belief that means love isn't just luck, but a skill that requires discipline and effort, much like an art form. but in reality, love can be layered, much like an onion. a possessive over consuming emotion that can leave you reaching for the end of the cave. but heartbreak is like lingering kiss that clings to your lips, a taste that overstays its welcome. in this situation, the strong taste of onion refuses to leave amelie astor, the pain and suffering chasing her through the shadows, and the root of her agony is the pain inflicted by her bandmate, harry styles.

it really is LOVE on tour

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.