you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up ~~~~ I look over at her, her eyes gleaming, "What is this?" All she does is admire her creation in front of her for a moment; the three cairns lined up side by side next to each other. When she finally turns to me, I can tell her eyes are glossy from tears welling up at her waterline. "I'm making my own family." ~~~~ A story in which a girl struggling with trauma falls in love with a boy that is too. Can they help pull each other out of the hole they've dug or will they bury themselves even deeper? DO NOT COPY MY WORK © copyrighted 2025 ~~~~ highest ratings: #1 in fineline #1 in hslot #1 in soloharrystyles #1 in zaynmalik #1 in louistomlinson #1 in styles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles #5 in harryedwardstyles #7 in 1direction -- started: February 17th, 2025 ended: (ongoing)

[Mature] With such a magnetic attraction, they could afford to wait for their perfect moment. So, when the time is right, Harry and Eloise finally get to embark on something magical together. Navigating their blossoming relationship through tours and a burgeoning new career, the hiatus and new directions, they experience all manner of highs and lows. They'll face revelations and illnesses, break ups and make ups, weddings and anniversaries. But whose? The story starts in September 2016, with the rest of the chapters then telling the unfolding story of their relationship chronologically from January 2015. Please note: This is intended as an exercise in character development and descriptive writing. Any mistakes are my own. Harry features heavily - because he's incredibly charismatic and so talented - but I feel a little out of my comfort zone writing RFC, so will be mindful to be as respectful as possible. Disclaimer: Contains some mature content. I have no links to Harry or any of his associates. Rather, I am just borrowing him and them as familiar points of reference for not-for-profit artistic license.

Marigold Styar has been best friends with Harry Styles since before she can remember. That doesn't mean she doesn't see him as more. As they embark on the new journey of college, and sharing an apartment together in the big city will he finally give in? Will he finally come to terms with what he has with his best friend? Or will he continue to live in his fear of losing their friendship, and his fear of being heart broken by the flirtatious, life of the party Marigold? Their relationship has always been black and white in Harry's eyes because he's positive she doesn't want anything more. For Marigold... Well, it's complicated. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! "Confessing your feelings is the biggest gamble ever played. You'll either get everything you wanted, or lose everything you never wanted to lose." - Rishabh Raj *Story contains mature and explicit content* TW: There is assault, and harassment in this story!

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.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 never wanted to do this movie - especially not with him. Harry Styles. Former boyband heartthrob, global superstar, and now... actor. This is only his second film, but the entire world is already watching. Zara's not just expected to work with him - she's expected to pretend to fall for him. On-screen, anyway. The problem? They already have history - messy, complicated, unforgettable history. The movie? It's called Pretend. Fitting, considering that's all they've ever done. Pretend to hate each other. Pretend they've moved on. Pretend none of it ever meant anything. But the more they film, the more lines blur. Because every scene in Pretend feels a little too familiar - like someone rewrote their past and handed it back to them in a script. What started as a role becomes real. Too real. And when the cameras stop rolling, they're left with something neither of them can run from anymore. They were supposed to be professionals. They were supposed to keep pretending. But you can't fake the kind of love that nearly ruins you.

'The arena was huge. I mean, I knew this girl was famous, but this is as big as the stadiums I would play in during my One Direction days, and those were fucking enormous. I look out the window of the tented black vehicle I was in and see the hundreds of thousands of fans waiting outside, all dressed in skirts or dresses for the big event. "I told you Harry, this girl is huge." Frank speaks up from beside me, snapping me out of my stare. "I didn't have to come to one of her fucking shows to know that. I don't even know why I'm here." I mumble, rolling my eyes and looking out the window at the road that was moving fast beneath us. I didn't even want to be here, and if I am being honest I didn't even want to work with her. Yeah, her music is good and all, but she seems like fucking priss. I've watched a couple of her interviews, and she seems boring as hell. Sure, she's hot as fuck, but she does not seem like my type at all. "Because, you're going to be working with her for a while, Harry. Plus if this whole thing works out as planned, you're going to want to get to know her." He reminds me, winking.' ~~~~~~ It's hard to fall in love when the whole world is watching you. It's hard to stay in love when the whole world is watching you. What happens when two of the most famous singers in the world, Harry Styles and Olivia Thomson fall for each other? HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harry styles (12/29/20) #1 in fine line (11/18/20) #1 in niall horan (1/1/21) #1 in louis tomlinson (1/5/21) #1 in liam payne (1/20/21) #2 in one direction (1/23/21) TW: drug use/sexual assualt/minor sexual content

Completed harry au! "what do you mean by saying that you like her?" "I mean im absolutely one hundred percent infatuated with Rosie Onings ." "you have got to be fucking kidding me." ------ two teens that have been in each other's lives for years finally notice one another, will the relationship that blooms cause more harm than love? bad boy turned soft boy harry <3 contains strong language/ mature/ sexual content as well as sexual assault and alcohol abuse

"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!

I've learned the nights are tough for her. in the darkness we lay together, and even through the hectic life of mine, she is the one overwhelmed by things she wished to never be apart of. "What's on your mind darling?", we both reached a breaking point of exhaustion, yet I never shut my eyes, she took care of everyone, it was my turn to watch over her. In all things I've been so intrigued about in life, she became one of them, ever since that night she looked of sapphire, I was drawn to her, she became my addiction, my high. My mind craved nothing more than her voice, her scent, the left over gloss on my lips after she had kissed me. I'm so passionate about this woman, so ardent.