When Lou accidentally loses her nephew's toy whale, she doesn't expect Harry Styles to show up at her door to return it - or to slowly become part of her everyday chaos. What begins with mismatched furniture and late-night sushi turns into something deeper, quieter, and harder to define. In a story of almosts, pauses, and unexpected closeness, Closer Than Skin explores the quiet intimacy of a slow-burn connection - one that finds its rhythm not in grand gestures, but in small moments that linger. --- Short Story inspired from 'The Park' of the Side Quest One Shot Collection. It's a soft story, hope you like it !

Six towers. For some reason, Hollows Mountain Range decided it only needed six towers to watch over the entirety of the massive state park's terrain. When the previous occupant of Tower Six disappears off of the face of the earth, a replacement has to be found quickly. Maddie was supposed to be attending the prestigious medical school she worked her ass off to get into, instead, she found herself suspended one hundred feet up, watching over the mountains in the middle of fucking nowhere. Cell service is practically nonexistent, you have a better chance seeing a pig fly than having your text glow blue, instead of green. Company comes in an old-fashioned radio system connected to the neighboring tower: Tower 5. The tower's occupant, Harry, is overly talkative when it comes to new faces, it must be nice to have a tower neighbor, again, after the last one left. Things are going smoothly, until Maddie finds scratches on her door. Some psycho keeps leaving things beside her tower's entrance. Bones. Ruined articles of clothing. The feeling of being watched is suddenly making it hard to sleep, and the noises outside, don't help. It's not until someone, no, something? Whatever it is-it wakes her up, crashing its fists against the fragile windows. Maddie runs, she runs all four miles to the next closest "safe" haven: tower five. They need to get help, now. This is only the surface of Hollow's Mountain Range. What could possibly be underneath?

She wakes somewhere that can only be described as ominous. The rules are rarely spoken. The players wear a mask. Taken in the night, she's forced to play a game she never agreed to play-guided by the one person she doesn't want to trust. Will she win?

*celebrities in this story are not accurate to their real life* Veronica Martin's life restarts every morning. After a devastating accident, she wakes with no memory of anything that happened the day before! No new faces faces, no new moments, no new love. Harry Styles meets her on what, to him, becomes an unforgettable morning. She's bright, artistic, and full of a quiet magic that settles under his skin instantly. For Veronica, it's just another sunrise... until he makes her laugh and something stirs. When Harry returns the next day, she doesn't recognize him. And he refuses to let that be the end of their romance. there shouldn't be any trigger warnings for this besides cursing and sexual content! unedited for the time being!!

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

(ON GOING) MATURE CONTENT (+18) *PLEASE DO NOT COPY RIGHT!* "P-Please," He begs as his voice breaks. "This isn't a good idea Harry, What if you know who finds out? You're dead" His hand tightens at my hip, desperate. "I get that, but honey I'm tired of waiting, so fucking tired" I'm stunned by the rawness in him, so unlike the innocent boy I thought I knew. The way his emerald sea glass eyes shine reckless in my ocean one's, splits me apart endlessly by the sounds of our beating hearts in the night. He cups my face gently in the palm of his hands. "Show me," He cries out every word a plea. "Show me how to touch myself, I want to feel so fucking good, please, I need to learn, I'll be a good boy I swear" My breath catches. I glance around, the open barn, the scatter of hay beneath the stars, us, all alone. "Here?" He nods once, bites his lip in hunger, almost shaking. "Fuck yes. I can't wait. You're the only one who can handle all of me." A lost ballroom dancer bound to survive her new life. A lost cowboy bound to make a comeback in his life. Cowboyrry lovers this one's for you!🐴🫶🏼 I hope you all enjoy this story Thank you GoldenGirlyyy 🩷