This was a cruel twist of fate, and I immediately knew it was never meant to be. But I'll damned if I lose my best friend just because she's dating the man I love. He's perfect for Julia and Julia is perfect for him, so who am I to stand in the way? In which the only reason Aria's best friend can keep a man like Harry Styles, is because Aria herself is the mastermind behind the relationship.

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 After the death of her father, Alyssa Wilson moves to the East coast where she meets dentist Harry Styles. He's older, a father, and married. Sometimes, you can't tell your heart who to love. Not my story! ©johnnyboy7 faceclaim; bella hadid

The recent death of Aiden Riggs has left his girlfriend, Isis, and their daughter in shambles and looking for a fresh start. When Aiden's cousin, Harry, invites them into his home, the girls pack up and move across the country. . . To Ohio. In the land of potholes and bipolar weather, bonds are formed that cannot be broken. Isis is struggling to move on, but a sweet, silly man with wild hair is slowly stealing her heart. #375 in Fanfiction

All Harry Styles ever wanted to do was play hockey. It was his passion in life, and the only thing he ever really felt he was good at. Without it, he was lost. After a tragic series of events leaves him feeling angry and unsure of his future, he knows he is falling into a pattern of bad behavior. His daily fight to escape the past and move on with his life is weighing on him, so when he is given one final shot at playing college hockey he knows it's his only option. Eager to get the hell out of England, Harry earns a spot playing for the University of Michigan and takes his opportunity at a fresh start. However, he soon discovers that his new start is full of it's own challenges and maybe running from his past wasn't as easy as he thought. He is thrown into the middle of a controversy that helps him realize that maybe he can make things right in a way he never could before. **Absolutely no reposting or translating of this story. NO EXCEPTIONS.

It's hard to resist a bad boy who is a good man.

Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

«Ti paga?» gli chiesi sovrappensiero; si voltò verso di me con le sopracciglia aggrottate, così indicai con la testa la borsa che cadeva al centro del suo petto. «L'università. Ti paga per scattare foto a tutti gli eventi?» Harry e la sua macchina fotografica erano praticamente un tutt'uno, ma mi ero sempre chiesta se lo facesse solo per hobby o se ci guadagnasse anche qualcosa. Tuttavia quella che a me sembrava essere una domanda lecita era, ai suoi occhi, probabilmente stupida, poiché si lasciò scappare uno sbuffo divertito. «No, non mi paga.» [...] «Sono belle» dissi con sincerità, riferendomi alle fotografie. Sollevai lo sguardo per osservarlo quando non rispose e, anche se non mi ringraziò, vidi comunque un sorriso compiaciuto combattere per spuntare sulle sue labbra piene.