I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

With an open mind and an even bigger heart, Billie Nora branches out to the West Coast in hopes of successfully fulfilling her IVF treatment and rout the odds of becoming a mother after being told she couldn't at a young age due to her diagnosis. Little does she know how her life is bound to shift gears and take a complete different route than the one she already had planned when facing an unexpected turn. - This story contains mature and explicit content. Please read "welcome | intro" for further warnings.

After several scandals, Harry Styles, famed composer, is outcast from Manchester society with just enough money to last him half a year. As if it's fate, Aaliyah Kincaid, a runaway from Scotland, seeks him out and asks him to be her piano instructor. After reluctantly agreeing, he finds that there is much to Miss Kincaid than just an eager learner. (COMPLETED)

One night of impulse shouldn't lead to much for Joni Lewis, but when she meets the alluring Harry Styles, an opportunity arises that she can't ignore. A Harry Styles short story inspired by Pretty Woman.

From the first moment Nora Priestley met Harry Styles, she knew that they were never destined to be friends. Coming from two separate worlds is putting it far too lightly-considering Harry's family owned a massive real estate empire and Nora and her mother were otherwise known as the help. Working hard to get what she wanted was practically instilled in her person, therefore crossing paths with Harry at boarding school was never supposed to go further than four years of unbearable acquaintanceship. But life has a funny way of never going according to plan, and somehow in the span of growing up and falling into place, Nora and Harry seem more interwoven than ever before. Fourteen years is a long time to know another person, and even though they've spent most of that time convincing everybody else that they hate each other, there's still that little spark buried deep inside of them that threatens to ignite with each year that passes between them. A story about a girl who likes movies more than she likes people, a boy who holds the world in the palm of his hands, three cities that hold a piece of them captive in the cracks of the pavement, and fourteen years of always being just close enough, but never nearly there. banner credit to the lovely eriza

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.

"Harry wait!" Daisy calls, catching him between cars. His head snaps to her, eyes wide and confused. She leans over to be closer to him, waving her hand from him to do the same. "Please?" Harry drops his bag again, gripping the edge of the doorway as he leans as far forward as possible. Behind her, someone grabs the edge of her shirt, keeping her from falling. Gripping the back of his neck, she pulls his mouth onto hers. "Daisy-" he mumbles, caught off guard with the sudden kiss. She ignores him, and the impressed whistles coming from the men on the train, pressing her mouth more firmly against his. She doesn't care that Anne and Gemma are watching, because all she cares about is Harry. They separate, Harry licking over his lips and grinning boyishly at her. Cheeks flaming, she pushes his hair off his forehead. "I don't care if your a war hero or not, just come back in one piece okay?" He swallows thickly, nodding. "I promise," he swears, managing to peck her mouth one last time before the train lurches forward, chugging as it pulls away. Harry stays hanging out of the doorway, watching her stand on the rails with a hand clutching the ring around her neck and tears in her eyes, until the locomotive carries him around the building and out of sight.

At first glance, Harry has it all: a country to rule, people following his every order, and way more money than he should. Alouette, on the other hand, has nothing but a sister and a secret organisation to call home. When she's swept into a dangerous plan to destroy Harry, she's thrown into the fancy life of the Palace, the heart of her nation. She and Harry cross paths, and she discovers he isn't like she expected him to be - he's better, and so much worse. Soon she finds herself questioning her desires and everything she stands for and ends up tangled in a web of mysteries and lies, and her only way out is Harry - the king of her chessboard, the director of her life. Can she free herself before it's too late? • • • "Don't underestimate me, because I'll ruin you." • • • [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - INSURGENCE] 30/11/23 #1 in harry 25/06/25 #4 in harrystyles

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

After a chance encounter, social worker Nia Cole and novelist Harry Styles navigate through the trials and tribulations of young adulthood together. A story of rediscovery and rebirth, a Sunflower and its Sun. ---------- 'Look, no offense, but I don't really know you,' I say scooting over to give us a little space. 'Plus, you wouldn't wanna hear about it. You seem like a really...positive, person. Might fuck with your energy.' 'I don't know if that 'positive' was supposed to be a compliment or an insult but my energy's quite alright,' He says with a chuckle. 'You'd be 'fucking with my energy' if you didn't tell me.' 'But why-' '-Besides,' He interjects, tugging the sleeve on his jacket and pulling me closer to him as if that was where I belonged. 'It doesn't matter because we won't see each other again.' The tone of his last sentence walked a fine line between melancholic and contemplative, as though the thought of us never seeing each other again was an injustice of fate. My heart sank once I realized that he was right. Those deep green eyes of his fixated on mine, searching for any sign that I felt the same disappointment towards the inevitable. I did. Missing a person I hardly knew felt senseless, but so was lying to myself. -------------- Started: April 8, 2020 | ongoing