"It's not that simple." He shook his head. He knew. None of it had been simple, except for the way her smile lit him up from the inside. The way her touch ignited every nerve in his body. If he was really, truly honest with himself, loving her was the simplest thing he'd ever done. It was like breathing. But their cir...
That was the paradox of your relationship: you were either together constantly or half a world apart. The time you'd spent together was purely by chance, during a year that upended plans and set down haphazard coincidences in their place. A series of vignettes about an unexpected connection during an unexpected year.
"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just...
Shorter reader-insert stories that were first published on my tumblr. Mature blurbs are denoted with a [m] in the title.
A collection of all my published reader-insert Harry one shots from tumblr! Mature one shots are denoted with a [m] in the title (a futile distinction, since only one isn't).
"less than lovers, more than friends." in which harry and jonesy are best friends who date everyone but each other.
And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." Jessi Monroe is effectively all alone in the world, she can count the number of people she cares about on one hand. She has never been in love and is terrified at the very thought of it. Harry Edward Styles is an int...
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...
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, th...