It was just a contract. A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around. Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite. And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care. He didn't ask for company. I didn't ask for complications. But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted. And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud. They said don't fall for your boss. They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.

A girl from a small country moves to Los Angeles with her closest friends, chasing dreams and new beginnings. Against the backdrop of sunlit rooftops, restless nights, and the silence of missing, she crosses paths with Harry Styles- aching, uncertain, and not quite ready to be seen. What begins as a fleeting encounter grows into something lasting, as two hearts learn to navigate distance, intimacy, and the rare comfort of being known.

It was only supposed to be one night. One stupid night. One broken heart. One dimpled boy. And half a bottle of tequila. One night was all it took to turn her whole world upside down. EXCERPT FROM ONE NIGHT: Harry laughed softly into her mouth, "That's a good sound." He pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing a piece of hair out of her face with a tenderness that made her chest ache. He looked at her like he saw her, really saw her. And she'd never known what that felt like until now. "Beautiful," he whispered. Mae blushed-actually blushed-and tried to cover her face with her hands. Harry grinned, catching her wrists and tugging them gently away. "Uh-uh. I wanna see." She was already a puddle. He kissed her again, pinning her hands above her head this time, and the shift in power made her pulse race. His mouth moved to her neck, soft and slow, making her shiver. "When do you leave?" he murmured, kisses trailing toward her collarbone. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Train's at one. It's just after ten now." Harry smirked, lifting his head. "Plenty of time, then."

Elle's life was mapped out-law school, bar results, a brillant boyfriend in the same field, and a future in a courtroom. But a chance encounter in a smoky jazz bar with a certain pop star turns everything upside down. Pulled into the world of music, songwriting, and fame, Elle finds herself between who she's expected to be and who she might become. ---- Author's Note: This story takes its time. It's a story about finding your voice before falling in love. It's about music, friendship, letting go of expectations, and figuring yourself out. If you're here for the journey, not just the romance-you're in the right place.

‪Harry & Catalina's paths align as they make their own individual journey of healing. Both grieving the loss of parents, they travel to fulfill the dream road trip their parents never got to have. The final destination, Italy.‬

India was sent to Tokyo for work. Harry Styles went to Japan to find solace after a bad breakup. Never in her life did India think she would be face to face with the famous rockstar - or enter into a battle of wits with him. © 2020 Elliot Grace

CINEMA: noun // The production of movies as an art or industry. Rory Fraser is a 25 year old single mom and a film student at the University of Southern California. Half way through the fall semester, she gets the opportunity of a lifetime. Getting to help direct a movie, starring the one and only Harry Styles.

A night shift. It brings darkness, a sense of uncertainty and unknown, you never really know what's coming through those doors until it hits you square in the face and it's all hands on deck. You never really know who's coming through those doors until their lips are on yours and you're down deep for a woman you don't even know. You never know what could happen on a night shift.

Harry's chicken is in her garden again. For the third time this week. "Styles!" she shout over the fence. "Your demon bird is attacking my sunflowers again!" He appears, slow and unbothered, leaning against the fencepost like he's got all the time in the world. "She's not attacking. She's exploring." "She's murdering." He grins. "Guess she's got taste." She crosses her arms. "I'll make stew." "Touch her," he says, "and I'll plow your garden flat." "Threats from a man who can't even keep a chicken home?" He looks at her, amused. "Wouldn't call her the only one sneaking over lately." And just like that, she's the one blushing redder than her poor, dying sunflowers.

"You're way too close for me to think straight." 🤍close proximity au🤍