[COMPLETE] 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. *Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft, dadrry This story includes mature content. --- "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.

CiCi has been training for the World Latin Dancing competition for years with her partner Zayn. When she begins working part-time as a go-go dancer at a club, she discovers the owner, Harry, may be hiding a dance background of his own.

The frame can widen. But it can also fracture. As the next album begins to take shape, the world feels louder than ever. Success is no longer theoretical. It's measurable. Visible. Constant. And for Lila, visibility has always come at a cost. While Harry pours himself into writing what will become Fine Line, Lila finds herself slipping quietly out of her own focus. Old instincts resurface. Restlessness turns to withdrawal. Achievement feels hollow. And when the motion finally stops - when the world itself slows to a standstill - she can no longer outrun what's been building beneath the surface. Harry has learned how to stay without gripping too tightly. What he hasn't learned yet is how to watch someone he loves fade without trying to carry her back into the light himself. Love, this time, requires restraint. Trust. Patience. The understanding that presence is not a solution - it's an offering. Lila and Harry are forced to confront what remains when there is nowhere left to go. This is not a story about expansion. It's about depth. About learning that clarity sometimes comes after collapse. That healing is rarely linear. That commitment is not built in spectacle, but in quiet rooms, long winters, and the decision to stay when there is nothing left to distract you. And that when the light finally settles, what remains in focus is what was meant to last.

the one where Harry is a cowboy 🤍grumpy x sunshine au🤍

Sequel to Held in Focus Lila thought learning how to stay would be the hardest part. She was wrong. After the studio doors close and the album is finished, the quiet she learned to trust is replaced with motion. Planes. Buses. Cities that never stop looking. The world widens, and with it comes a kind of visibility she can no longer control with framing or distance. Tour life doesn't ask permission. Behind the camera, Lila is still observant, still careful, still searching for steadiness. But now the lens points outward into crowds that feel endless, into moments that don't disappear when the lights go down. Old instincts resurface in small, almost invisible ways. She keeps moving. Keeps working. Keeps telling herself she's fine. Until her body tells a different story. Harry has always known how to stay. What he's still learning is how to stay without trying to fix. To love without tightening his grip. To trust Lila's agency even when fear tells him to protect her from everything, including herself. Presence, he learns, is not the same as control. Told through tour buses, hotel hallways, backstage silences, and the spaces after the noise fades, this is a story about what happens after the choosing. About care that evolves when pressure increases. About love that survives not because it is loud, but because it adapts. This is not a story about falling apart. It's about repair. About learning that rest can be as radical as resilience. That being held sometimes means being slowed down. That safety is not lost when the world gets louder. And that staying is not a single decision, but a series of quiet ones, made again and again, even when the frame won't stop widening.

Lila has spent her life learning how to disappear quietly. Behind a camera, she feels safest-observing, framing, capturing moments without ever becoming the subject herself. The lens gives her distance. Control. A way to exist without being seen too closely. Until she steps into a studio where everything is loud, unfinished, and waiting-and meets Harry Styles. Harry doesn't try to fix her. He doesn't rush her, doesn't demand vulnerability, doesn't pull her into the light before she's ready. He simply stays. What begins as work becomes presence. What starts as quiet companionship turns into something steadier, slower, and far more dangerous than chaos: care. Told through late nights, low light, and the spaces between songs, this is a story about learning when to stay. About what it means to be held without being edited. About safety built not through grand gestures, but through consistency, consent, and choosing each other again and again. This is not a love story about being saved. It's about being seen clearly. About letting the frame widen. About realizing that some people don't need you smaller to love you. And that sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do is stop bracing for the moment they leave-and trust that they won't. *SEQUEL IS COMPLETED*

This is the story of Harry and Rose - two souls learning how to bloom together in the light and shadow of fame. Between quiet mornings and stolen glances, whispered songs and tabloid storms, they find themselves growing - tangled but tender - in a garden that isn't always kind to love. It's not just about falling in love, but learning how to keep it alive when everyone wants to see it wilt. A story about music, privacy, and the courage it takes to keep something beautiful alive under constant sun.

✔️ COMPLETE After her sister breaks both her legs in a climbing accident, Venus Sweeney has to step in as a model in her absence. Instead of spending her summer getting ready for her last year of veterinary school, she is now set to spend time in Italy with a painter who has a bad reputation, a permanent frown, and an immense talent. Forced in each other's company, neither think they could ever hate another person more. However, a whole month, Italian mountain air, summer, and art, might just be able to change their minds. Eventually. Enemies to Lovers AU Affectionately dubbed painter!harry🎨 © 2019 - 2020

"You're way too close for me to think straight." 🤍close proximity au🤍

Leaving a space in her job for a student in need of money, Hue Ngo fills the void by taking a job to assist those filming My Policeman. Harry Styles is one of the actors in that film. As passing strangers, the connection is built leisurely - exchanging glances in shared rooms and sending joyous smiles to each other when no one's looking. However, from the smallest ember in a dying fire of loneliness, those same glances have the power to revive the compelling fire. (COMPLETED)