Sometimes you feel a connection with someone so strong, that it's almost like you're crashing into them. Joselyn Myers knows the feeling well, literally and figuratively. Joselyn was perfectly content with the life she's created for herself. She's one of the top editors for The Hollywood Reporter, what more could she ask for? Even with some rough bumps in the road, she never felt like she needed more in her life, but seemingly when an unlikely stranger crashes his car into hers, she realizes her life was missing him. And who was this person you may ask. "It was Harry fucking Styles" *rated mature for sexual content in chapter 48, otherwise a cute little story. please enjoy* *story complete, epilogues still to come*

"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

Disclaimer: This story was originally written in 2016-2017 during the filming of Dunkirk and the release of HS1. A few details have been updated for this republished version, but fans will notice discrepancies between real events and this story, especially in the timeline. Please forgive my lack of fortunetelling skills. I did not change the main female character's name from the original version. Chapters have been separated into smaller chunks for easier reading. At 29, Harry Styles is ready to settle down and start a family. If only he could find the right woman...Starring in his third movie called "Press Release", Harry finds his co-star to be a real wanker. Thank goodness that the brilliant publicist Olivia Wakefield is available to support! Will true love spark during the press junket?

Fresh off a breakup and filming overseas in London, Hollywood darling Demi DiLaurentis agrees to a PR relationship with the Premier League's infamous bad boy, Harry Styles. For him, it's damage control-a chance to salvage his reputation and his career. For her, it's a way to look like she's moved on-hoping it's enough to make her ex realize what he lost and maybe want her back... But somewhere along the line, the fake starts to feel real and things grow increasingly complicated as feelings come into play.

Inseparable as teenagers, Camilla and Harry thought their love would be forever, until circumstance tore them apart. Five years later, Harry is back, successful and famous, suprised to find Camilla still living in the town they grew up in. Harry's return home will lead him to discover truths that will change everything. Can they rediscover the passion that once brought them together or is it better left in the past. Trigger Warnings: This story will contain scenes of alcohol abuse, mental illness, self harm and physical and emotional abuse.

Madeline Hart joins her childhood best friend Clarice Styles on the One Direction world tour - not for the fame, not for the music, but to escape. A few weeks of travel, distraction, and time with Clarice should've been easy. But nothing about this tour is simple, especially not him. Harry Styles - the boy Madeline once knew better than anyone - is no longer the same. The kind smile is gone. In its place is someone cold, unreadable, and numb. A version of him sculpted by fame, rehearsed by management, and trained to feel nothing. Clarice wants her brother back. Madeline just wants to understand what happened to him. But as her path crosses with his again and again, she's pulled into something deeper - something heavier than she's prepared for. A fire that's too quiet to see, too sharp to touch. He's guarded. She's breaking. And neither of them know where they stand anymore. In the shadow of the spotlight, some truths stay hidden. But the more Madeline tries to keep her distance, the more the silence between them starts to burn.

"Don't you think it was fate that we met?" I say as i run my hands through Cora's hair softly. Our eyes on the golden light as it twinkles back at us in the sunlight. Cora laughs a little under her breath before she turns her head to face me, her face doing the same as we lock eyes. "What do you mean?" She murmurs with a cheesy smile already knowing what i meant but just wanting me to say it out loud. I let out a deep breath as a smile appears on his lips, she knows what shes doing, but that doesn't stop me. "After everything we have been through, I think that was just our way of getting to eachother" i smiles as i lean in kissing Cora's forehead. "We are the art of fate, baby" A story of two people, who couldn't fight the fate. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @WATAMELONSUGAHI 1# HARRYSTYLESFANFIC 2# in Harrystyles 1# in softharry 2&3# in softharrystyles

After signing on with One Direction back in 2011 to help with their next album, they quickly discovered that they wanted her to stay with them, after a lot of back and forth, Anna agreed and signed with them. Over the four years she worked with them Anna and Harry grew extremely close with one other, so close that they had a baby together and got engaged. But life happens and in life you lose people you love, on the day they brought there daughter into this world... she also left this world. Going through that lose took a extreme toll on Anna and Harry, the band had now been apart now for almost a year, and Harry was starting to get back into writing. Anna felt like she was holding him back from the things she knew him could accomplish, so they talked and decided to end things with one other. After a few months of nothing from Harry, she gets a call from him asking her to come to Jamaica to write his- well their first album together. After a lot of debating with herself, she decides to do it. So now with two albums out with Harry, it's time for tour to start, but there's one thing... Harry's girlfriend is with us.

Harper Quinn just wanted to survive her first real job on tour. Instead, she gets thrown into the deep end: eighteen-hour days, a crew that quickly starts to feel like family, and a former boy-band heartthrob who keeps showing up exactly when she least expexts it but needs it most. As the tour moves through Europe, the line between professional and personal starts to blur in ways none of them ever planned for, and the life she thought she was building back home starts falling apart. Backstage is a story about learning who you are when the spotlight isn't on you, about the family you find when you're far from home, and about a slow-burn romance that neither of them saw coming, but both of them might need. **Please keep in mind that I've never written a story this long before and that english is not my first language. I try the best I can and am greatful for all the feedback I get, but always remember to treat people with kindness :) ** STARTED: 27/01/2026 MOMENTS: #1 harrystyles (29th July) #1 harryedwardstyles (13th May) #1 stylesfanfic (28th May) #1 softharry (24th July) #3 styles (7th July)

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.