Five months sober and searching for solid ground, Harry Styles returns home for the holidays, wanting to make amends and have a slice of calm that he hasn't had in years. Former ballerina, Anna Vossen, is searching for a sense of worth after the dream that defined her has slipped through her fingers. Both back in town indefinitely, they're forced to face the love and the heartbreak they once thought they'd left behind.

"That lipstick doesn't suit you. Red's not your color," he throws out casually before heading for the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, turning toward him. "Good luck, Noel," he pauses for half a second, flicking the last cigarette away. That smug expression lingers in his green eyes. I scowl, hating how he stands there like nothing happened, casually toying with his cigarette. Faintly, I hear fans roar as he steps forward and blows a smoke stream right in my face. • Rock Me is a legendary rock band that has earned the title of the most popular band in the world thanks to their powerhouse hits, insane on-stage energy, and unique style. But Noel and Harry, the band's lead singers- can't stand each other. Noel is too weak and helpless to stand up to the arrogant, cocky Harry, who radiates nothing but darkness. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / DRUGS / ROCK 'N' ROLL / VIOLENCE / DEPRESSION / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE / ALCOHOLISM / PUNK BAND • DARK HARRY • I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

🔞🌶️🔥 After a messy break up with her Ex and even messier mental break down, Ruth Moore is back teaching Art at Willowbeck High School. She thought avoiding said ex in the lunch room would be her biggest hurdle, until she realises a new teacher - Mr Styles - has taken up residence in the classroom next to hers. And it isn't the first time they've met. Class is now In Session. This book is intended for adult audiences.

SEQUEL TO DEVIL'S DUE. In this sequel, our main duo are off to a bit of a rocky start. River is recovering from a gunshot wound, trying to overcome a bout of PTSD, all the while attempting to remain in the loop of her boyfriend's antics. Harry on the other hand, is hell-bent on getting revenge over the people who threatened the well-being of the one good thing in his life. He is determined to overthrow Damien and now Derek, destroy their shady and destructive business, and terminate the organization that stole from him his childhood, among other things, once and for all. Let's hope these efforts prove fruitful, otherwise, the characters you've come to love and cherish are only in for more ruination. But like Harry says - we're done giving the devil his fucking due. What comes next is inevitable, right?

In which Eloise Holt returns to the place she was so eager to leave over ten years ago. After losing not only her job, but also her boyfriend, she finds herself on the steps of a house that belongs to Harry Styles, a man who probably never wanted to see her again. She begs for him to let her stay in her old home, which she previously sold to him to give him more land, in exchange for her working on his ranch. After deliberation, Harry gives into the agreement. That it'll only be temporary until Eloise gets back on her feet. As the weeks pass, Eloise begins to reflect on why she left her hometown in the first place, and after spending more time with Harry, she wonders if she would now have a reason to stay.

In which a lawyer stumbles upon a scared little girl late at night with no supervision, keeps her company and befriends her, only to find out her father is the world-famous popstar, Harry Styles. This story includes mature content. *Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft, dadrry --- "So, Poppy, what's wrong? Do you not like slides, honey?" I ask, dying to know how she ended up here all alone. "I do... I have one at home, daddy bought me one and put it in the garden. I just don't like this one," she admits sadly. "I get it. This one looks a bit a scary, doesn't it?" She nods, her cheeks turning red again. "Don't be ashamed, Poppy. Everyone has some insecurities, that's what makes us human, you know? You don't want to turn into a robot who doesn't feel anything. There are both good and bad feelings, everybody has them, honey. You can feel happy, you can feel proud or you can feel loved even. You like feeling like this, don't you?" She nods, giving me a sign to continue. "All those feelings, the good and the bad, is what life is, bug. Sometimes you get scared, shy and sad, everybody does. But what is important is that everyone chooses to deal with these feelings differently. And these choices you make, whether you cry, give up or stand up to your fears, that's what shapes you into the person you'll become once you grow up, my lovely friend," I explain, looking deeply into her beautiful and innocent hazel eyes. "Would like me to help you overcome your fear, Poppy? You're such a strong and brave young lady, I can tell," I smile at her when she gives me a shy nod. "Yes, please." --- This story is a product of my imagination. None of things mentioned in the story are real, and it is not my intention to offend Harry or any other people mentioned in the story as their behaviour is purely idolised.

Undercover spy, Odette Carter, thought this was just another mission: infiltrate, investigate, and take down a powerful criminal.....But some crimes are more personal than they appear. Her target? Reclusive casino owner Harry Styles-charming, calculated, and hiding more than just illegal operations. As Odette digs deeper into his world, shadows from a past she chose to forget begin to resurface. Haunted by memories she's locked away, Odette finds herself entangled in a web of secrets, deception, and desire-unsure of where the mission ends and something far more dangerous begins. Because in this game, nothing is what it seems. 
And some truths are buried for a reason. Is the real threat inside the casino... or in the past she chose to leave behind? ⋆˚✿˖° "Is it done?" Zayn's voice comes into my ear from the side of me as I turn my face away from her car, glancing towards him. He stands behind me with his arms crossed. I nod my head "it's done" I confirm as Zayn flashes me a proud smile, stepping forward as he places his hand on my shoulder, now standing next to me on the steps. "Does he know anything?" He asks again, his voice wary with warning. "No- she knows nothing at all" #1 in Hazza #2 in HarryStylesFanFiction

Harry didn't plan for it to become a recurring motif. It was never intended, from his perspective, to anchor him, and it certainly wasn't there to define him. At the time, he'd thought it was a one-time thing, like waxing his chest, or trying hot yoga, or letting someone gaslight him into believing that olives don't just taste like someone preserved despair in brine. At best, he'd figured it would be a strange, mildly entertaining story to pull out after drinks with a select, close-knit group of attendees. It'd fall in line somewhere between the one about the dentist with the singular nipple piercing and the time he'd mistakenly crashed a wake because the GPS rerouted him through a church parking lot. And then she called him Sir. One minute he was perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed he'd snagged off of facebook marketplace (suspiciously low price tag- maybe haunted), wondering if tilting her too far would result in blunt force trauma via nightstand, and the next, she was twisting her chin to look at him over her shoulder, voice low and syrupy-sweet, eyes half-lidded as she was saying it- Sir- with this kind of reverence that made him feel like someone with gravity. Purpose. Like he was something more than a financially unstable, sleep-deprived undergrad sporting a semi; like something cracked open in her ribs every time she used it, and he was the only one who could crawl inside. Retrospectively, that was the beginning of the end. - OR The one in which there's an interesting blog focused on a niche genre of soft-core pornography, two next-door neighbors in an apartment complex with paper-thin walls, a simple case of misinterpretation, a man that runs from intimacy like there's an award waiting at the invisible finish line, and a pet bunny called Snuggles. - (reader-insert/ Y/N - early access patreon fic)

He lives on West 76th Street. T.W: graphic scenes, violent scenes, sexual scenes. DO NOT PRINT MY WORK.

[MATURE CONTENT / 18+] Getting set up on a blind date is nerve-wracking enough. Especially when the person who shows up is the one person you assumed you'd never see again. Both dealing with recent heartbreaks, Madeleine and Cameron end up relying on one another in an unconventional way, hiding their secrets from their friends and Cameron's daughter. While Madeleine runs away from her problems and her past, Cameron juggles being a single father with an inquisitive daughter and his wish for love and a family. While Madeleine waits for him to realize she can't be that person for him, Cameron waits for her to realize that she already is. // "Anyway the water turns, you're always on my mind, sweet instigator."