I didn't plan on falling in love with Harry Styles. I planned on surviving. Behind a bar, my life makes sense. Drinks in, drinks out. Keep moving. Don't get too close to anyone who might leave. Harry ruins that system the moment he walks in. He's patient in a way that's dangerous. Gentle in a way that makes it hard to keep my distance. He doesn't try to fix me, doesn't ask me to explain the parts of my life I'd rather keep buried. He just... stays. What starts as late-night conversations and quiet companionship slowly becomes something neither of us expected. Something steady. Something terrifying. Something that might actually be love. And when you've spent your entire life learning how to do everything alone, letting someone stay might be the hardest thing of all. UPDATES 9 AM & 9PM EST DAILY!!!! #1 in harrystyles

After putting her life back together, Eden returns home for the holidays; but it's not all jolly or cheerful. There are things she hasn't dealt with yet but she hopes that some time where it all started could help. At least that's what her therapist said... She's reaching out to her old friends, she's sleeping in her old childhood home. She was ready for anything: grief, anger, silence from her father, you name it, she rehearsed it. What she wasn't expecting was to see his first love and best friend ever again.

Yield. The word haunted me long before I even understood why. It wasn't about surrender, exactly. Not the kind that made you weak. It was more like... permission. Permission to feel, permission to let someone else in without detonating everything around you. But what happens when you yield, and the person you let in disappoints you? Betrays you? When yielding turns into exposure, and every vulnerability you offered becomes a weapon pointed back at you? Let me tell you: that's when yield stops feeling like permission and starts feeling like punishment.

"I've realized that home feeling isn't something that you get from a house. It's more of an internal thing." - Harry Styles.

Ivy Williams has always been one for quiet routines, safe choices, and finding comfort in a quiet life. Harry Styles is the exact opposite. Loud, impulsive and impossible to ignore, Harry is the last person Ivy would want to be partnered with for her final-year university project - and yet, she can't seem to avoid him. What starts as a reluctant partnership soon turns into a close friendship, built on shared secrets and an understanding neither of them expected. But somewhere along the way, it starts to feel like something more. In denial, the timing is never quite right to explore their feelings. Instead, they become entangled in a blur of mixed signals, jealousy and almost-confessions while dancing around the truth. Because falling for each other was never the problem. Admitting it is.

Magnolia is one of the biggest up-and-coming pop-rock bands of the 1980s, but what happens when one member makes an accidental deal with the devil? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @angelsatellite NOT ACCEPTING TRANSLATIONS ONEDIRECTION/ROCK'N'ROLL/DRUGS/VIOLENCE/SEX/HARRYSTYLES/ROMANCE/1980s/MAFIA/EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

Vivian Matine, an aspiring fashion designer, met new bestfriends when they moved in across the hall from her New York apartment. Harry Styles, the co-founder of Pleasing and an aspiring musician, can't seem to find another muse than his next door neighbor and best friend. Uncertainty, change, that hallway. Liminal. - *this is a friends with benefits plot.* ONGOING and MATURE content. 18+.

You're his makeup artist. That's all it's supposed to be. Professional. Simple. Nothing more. Until it isn't. Because you start talking. Spending time together. Becoming... something you weren't expecting. And suddenly, you're not just part of his work. You're part of his life. And that's where everything starts to blur. A slow burn about blurred lines, quiet moments, and what happens when things stop being just professional. Because he's not just who the world sees and, for the first time in a long time... he feels normal.

Time is a strange thing when you're running from it at three hundred kilometers per hour. It stretches. It blurs. It pretends to heal things it only teaches you how to live around. And I think, somewhere along the way, I stopped being afraid of crashing. And started being afraid of what would happen if I didn't. Because the truth is - You can outrun a lot of things. But not the person who changed the way your heart learned to exist.