*MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.* Harry Styles lives the bad boy life of a popstar; women throw themselves at him, and he's become accustomed to satiating his animalistic urges whenever he feels like it. But somewhere along the line, Harry has become tied to his sexual needs. His relationships with his bandmates, his family, and his friends have begun to suffer while he becomes more and more successful and more and more void of human emotions. One day after launching his massive solo career, his former bandmates stage a coup and stick him in therapy for being a nymphomaniac. Will this knock some sense into him and get him to change his ways -- or will his life continue to spiral out of control? -- Note: This may sound like a smut-laden fic void of substance -- but it's not that. The beginning is a little typical of that, but it is actually a bit of a love story that deals with difficult topics with difficult people and situations. The entertainment business is full of a lot of messiness, and I wanted to play with how difficult "dancing with the devil" can be for a lot of young artists. Not everyone survives unscathed.

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

**** sequel to Note To Self. Paint my skin with yours, make me new. Make me beautiful, make me art. Make me whole. A runaway, some would say. New York City, big, noisy, and filled with so much opportunity one could get lost in it all. Harry finds himself sleeping in past noon in southern Manhattan when he escapes home in a desperate attempt to discover himself, and to get a true shot at love with a strawberry blonde that, sometimes, still wants nothing to do with him. In a sequel to Note To Self, Harry struggles to push himself into true adulthood after spending a lifetime never once being left to figure things out on his own. With sleepless nights from too much city light and noise, spending too much time indoors, he finds himself frozen in time when it becomes obvious he'd left home to pursue a future that doesn't exist in a big city. Pouring piping hot cups of espresso for tired NYU students and serving New York's most delicious blueberry muffins, he becomes complicit with merely existing alongside someone who, still, does not love him back, and eventually, even that isn't enough to make him feel whole. This is the story of how a stubborn, hotheaded green eyed girl learns to share, and how Harry learns it's okay to be selfish. "Maybe we'll grow, maybe we'll learn, and maybe it'll be okay, but it won't be home. Home is comfortable. We aren't here to be comfortable." Twitter // @hydratedharries Written: May 2019 - June 2020

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

It took Elizabeth 35 years to find the love of her life at a couples resort after her boyfriend cheated on her. Harry has done things at Elizabeth's pace without an argument. But when she starts to doubt their foundation, he finds himself thrown back to their first meeting. Will she be gripped by her fears and push him away once again or will he break through? Posts every Friday around noon Mountain time starting 4/17

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

Samantha and Harry were never supposed to be. After a journey through hell and back to be together, they are as solid as ever. But every relationship goes through ups and downs. They've enjoyed nothing but ups in their first year together, what happens when they experience their first taste of the downs. Coming September 26, 2019

Harry is an eighteen year old rich boy living in the rural mountainous forests of central Oregon with an anxiety problem and his entire future mapped out ahead of him. He lives to please, he lives to be the squeaky clean model child he was raised to be, though with constant pressure to be even better than his very best, he struggles to balance the heavy weight of life with his wavering mental health and self image. Harry is easily impressionable, and all he wants to chase after is a false idealism of perfection and a happily ever after. He finds that in the neighborhood pothead, and learns quickly that happiness doesn't always come in a picture perfect package, no matter how pretty strawberry blonde hair and green eyes can be. Happily ever after doesn't exist the same way they do in fairytales, they're a lot less magical and they're way more melodramatic and painful. Central Oregon isn't a kingdom far, far away. It's home, and life isn't perfect. Neither is she. Or, an AU where Harry's insecure and seeks validation from a pretty strawberry blonde who writes down her thoughts in blue ink. "You know, sitting at the lake I used to always pick at the clovers in the grass. They were always three leaf clovers, but I think if you pick enough they have just as much luck as the four leaf ones." Twitter// @hydratedharries Written: October 2015 - April 2019

He commanded the room the moment he entered it. He walked with a long stride and his shoulders square and all eyes, male or female, were drawn to him. There was no mistaking who he was as he crossed the reception area and entered the office where I was sitting with my boss. My knees trembled as I rose to my feet and extended my hand as Aggie introduced us, "Mr Styles, this is my best designer, Sasha Ginsberg. She will be at your disposal throughout your remodel." He shook my hand with a firm grip and I couldn't decipher the expression on his face as he dragged his eyes up my body. Was it animosity radiating from him, or sexual tension? I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to find out. AU where Harry owns a multibillion dollar corporation.