"In silent screams, in wildest dreams, I never dreamed of this."

"There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you-of kindness and consideration and respect-not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn't know you had." Includes Mature Content | 18+

"It's delicate, isn't it?" A story about H & his stylist inspired by yet another Taylor Swift song! Enjoy!

The one about chefrry

a BURNING love story ❤️🔥

"We only met 24 hours ago and I already couldn't remember what it was like to not know that he existed. And now, I wasn't so sure I could ever handle not knowing him again."

I never could've seen you coming.

We were supposed to be just friends.

amour /əˈmʊə/ a love affair or lover, especially one that is secret. A marriage, a baby, a tour and a little thing called love.

In which a lawyer stumbles upon a scared little girl late at night with no supervision, keeps her company and befriends her, only to find out her father is the world-famous popstar, Harry Styles. This story includes mature content. *Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft, dadrry --- "So, Poppy, what's wrong? Do you not like slides, honey?" I ask, dying to know how she ended up here all alone. "I do... I have one at home, daddy bought me one and put it in the garden. I just don't like this one," she admits sadly. "I get it. This one looks a bit a scary, doesn't it?" She nods, her cheeks turning red again. "Don't be ashamed, Poppy. Everyone has some insecurities, that's what makes us human, you know? You don't want to turn into a robot who doesn't feel anything. There are both good and bad feelings, everybody has them, honey. You can feel happy, you can feel proud or you can feel loved even. You like feeling like this, don't you?" She nods, giving me a sign to continue. "All those feelings, the good and the bad, is what life is, bug. Sometimes you get scared, shy and sad, everybody does. But what is important is that everyone chooses to deal with these feelings differently. And these choices you make, whether you cry, give up or stand up to your fears, that's what shapes you into the person you'll become once you grow up, my lovely friend," I explain, looking deeply into her beautiful and innocent hazel eyes. "Would like me to help you overcome your fear, Poppy? You're such a strong and brave young lady, I can tell," I smile at her when she gives me a shy nod. "Yes, please." --- This story is a product of my imagination. None of things mentioned in the story are real, and it is not my intention to offend Harry or any other people mentioned in the story as their behaviour is purely idolised.