"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harryedwardstyles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles

*COMPLETED* in which Harry and Evelia are forced to work together on a project despite their mutual hatred for one another enemies to lovers | slow burn | university au

"You'll never know," he said with that familiar, raspy laugh. For twenty-four-year-old psychologist Joyce De Graaf, Harry Styles was nothing more than a fleeting encounter in a New York club. A stranger whose world lay miles away from her own. When a fateful quarantine forces them to shelter together in a luxurious villa, the lines between strangers and lovers begin to blur. While the world outside stands still, Joyce fights the demons of her past that come alive in the dead of night. Harry, however, is determined to break down the walls around her heart. In a world consumed by cameras and rumors, they try to find a connection that only the two of them understand. But how can you truly let someone in when you haven't even forgiven yourself? Content Warning TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit themes, including sexual assault, domestic abuse, depressive thoughts, and suicide.

Eliana Olsson lived a life woven with complexity, her morals firm, and her character forged through trials that shaped her deeply. She believed she understood her world - or at least knew how to navigate it. Then he arrived, his presence like a candle flickering in a still room, casting shadows that stretched and twisted her certainties. He was a riddle, born to test and unravel the foundations of everything she knew and trusted. He carried himself like a fleeting shadow of hesitation, the embodiment of unanswered questions. A conundrum is more than a simple puzzle; it's a delicate interplay between curiosity and uncertainty - a question that defies answers or offers far too many. Eliana soon realized he might destroy everything she had been or free her to become something entirely new. Can life really be more complicated than it already is? . . . . . . . . . She moves to a new city with her family, leaving behind the shadows of a troubled past in search of something better. Together with her mother and younger sister, she strives to piece together a life that feels stable and secure-something they've never truly known. As she focuses on her studies and the pursuit of her dreams, the weight of untold stories and unresolved memories lingers in the background, waiting for the right moment to resurface. Her plan is to keep moving forward, but life and one curly haired boy seem to have their own...ideas. TRIGGER WARNINGS drugs⏐violence⏐suicide⏐ murder⏐mental illness⏐robbery⏐guns⏐vulgar language⏐depression⏐ anxiety⏐trauma⏐ paranoia.

"Let me guess," he says, eyes gleaming. "You read somewhere that if you humanize your captor, he starts to feel sympathy. Stockholm Syndrome in reverse. Touché." I try not to flinch as he stops directly in front of me.My breath catches, but I don't look away. He grins darkly. "Silly rabbit," he murmurs. "Tricks are for me." *** She came to London to chase the story of a lifetime. He was the story all along. When journalist Penelope Reese begins investigating a string of stolen artifacts tied to a shadowy criminal syndicate known only as The Umbra, she expects danger. What she doesn't expect is to lose herself inside it. At Lethewood Manor, time warps. Morality bends. And the girl who once hunted monsters begins to wonder if she was always fated to become one. Harry Styles is more than the Umbra's ruthless leader he's a mind sharpened into a weapon, a genius who swore nothing human could ever touch him. Cold, calculating, untouchable. Until her. She's the only distraction he's ever allowed. The crack in his control. The voice he swore he didn't need, yet can't silence. To him, she's leverage, temptation, inevitability. To her, he's both a nightmare she can't escape and the one tether that might keep her alive. As Penelope unravels the secrets behind their operations-paintings lost to history, jewels worth empires, power hidden in plain sight. She begins unraveling something far more dangerous: the man who took her... and the truth about herself. But they are both bound by something neither can name-an obsession threaded by fate itself. Because some stories aren't just reported. Some stories are inevitable.

She was the girl - vintage fur coat, gold sunglasses, a drink in one hand and destruction in the other. Inez Monroe doesn't chase fame. She was born into it. French model, tabloid obsession, and the kind of party girl who dances barefoot on yachts and never texts back. She's chaos in red lipstick - and Harry notices her the second she walks into that New York afterparty. She leaves before he can speak to her. But when he sees her again - glitter-smeared, high, laughing with someone who doesn't deserve her - he steps in. He doesn't know it yet, but that night will change everything. Before the solo music. Before the headlines. Before the heartbreak. She becomes his muse. He becomes her escape. What starts as desire spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous to feel. Love - in hotel rooms, in lyrics, in late-night corner shops and quiet journal pages - until the world pulls them apart. Years later, he's the biggest name in music. And she's the one girl he never forgot.

Harry Styles and Catalina Flores have been in a relationship for almost three years. They barely fight, they adore each other, even their friends often describe them as the "perfect couple." But how will they react when everything becomes a bit complicated for them, giving them little time to prepare? 🤍 already in a relationship au 🤍

Pink and red balloons. Haunting music playing. Green eyes filled with regret. Blue eyes filled with amusement and hate. Mr. Gerard asking if I was alright. Silence. Camera phones. Pain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ High school is a nightmare... but the beautiful, long haired boy filled her ghost like existence with hope. What A Time is a story about young love, the truth behind the masks we wear, mistakes, our choices, and the making of memories and how fleeting those moments really are. 🥉Stargazer Awards🥉

Harry, initially the annoying and difficult-to-please paralegal Phoebe trained under during her internship at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office, appears attractive but detests the thought of love and relationships. Until one night, Phoebe unknowingly becomes entangled in a web of his dark secrets, leaving a powerful group of individuals in pursuit of her leaving Harry vowing to protect her at all costs. Despite the hardships and obstacles they face, Phoebe finds herself growing closer to Harry, developing feelings she knows she shouldn't have. Their relationship becomes increasingly complex when it comes to working together at the firm and Harry's association to Phoebe threatens both of their careers. Lawyer Harry!

"You're killing me Angel" and you don't even know the half of it. She straddles my lap, keeping her soft brown eyes on me. Her lips curl into a smile. This time she's looking down at me. Which is a new scene for me and I cannot take my eyes off of her. "Aww, am I?" she asks tauntingly. I wish I had more time with her. I'm in way too deep now. I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to get out of this one. Or what I'm supposed to do. Except enjoy the time I have with her now, Right? "Why don't you tell me about it?" she says, face inches away from mine. Fuck. ***** 18+ (preferably) , slow-ish burn