Harry on the Prairie ~ A Harry Styles AU Fanfiction WATTYS 2016 WINNER in the category of HQ LOVE An excerpt published via COSMOPOLITAN online via September 14, 2016. *********** NOTICE: Mature/sexual content lies within these pages . . .you may experience feels in your nether-regions. *********** Harry Styles lives alone on his farm a few miles outside of Cider Creek. He's 20 years old and mighty handsome --too handsome to be keeping to himself as much as he does, but that's how he's always been. Harry was 18 when he bought his farmland. No parents, no wife, only him. He came into town on the rare occasion that he needed something from the mercantile, but that was it. No church on Sundays. He was polite if someone approached him, but it was obvious to everyone that Harry just wanted to be left alone. So after awhile, the townsfolk pretty much gave up trying to include him in anything. He lived his life in deliberate solitude. It was better this way. Then one day, a letter came for Harry in the post. The postmaster had to ride out and deliver it special, as Harry never got any mail, and as a result, never stopped by the post office to check like most people did...

"Over the years I have learned that what is important in a dress is the woman who is wearing it." - Yves Saint Laurent

A young girl, Scarlet, and her friend, Rose, while having a sleepover, make a life changing decision just out of boredom. Scarlet's life changes, for the good, and bad.

"you're just like my baby girl." "i love you so much, baby girl." "i want you, baby girl." in which rosaline is a naive seventeen-year-old and harry has literally gone mental after losing his only baby girl.

The Styles boys and I used to be best friends when we were kids, but when we got into high school...things changed. Harry tried out for football and made it. He was the school's favorite. He has all the girls after him...even some guys. Marcel had always been nerdy, but he started to get teased. Then Edward...he felt left out of the group. Harry was popular and he and Marcel were not . So, he kind of went off on his own, started hanging out with different people. Now he thinks he's all cool. Marcel is the only one I kept in touch with. I wasn't popular enough to hang out with Harry and his gang, and Edward didn't want to hang out with us, so I stuck with Marcel.