Mallory Monroe is a surgical intern at Grand Meadow Hospital. Harry Styles is a prestigious pediatric surgeon who will do anything to save his patients lives. But what will happen when their paths cross before they even make it through those hospital doors?

☾ 𝟷𝟿𝟾7 ☽ ❝ you keep looking at me like that, ❞ he murmured, voice low, eyes scanning the delicate details of her face, still cradled in his lap. she blinked up at him, the tension and fear she'd grown so used to a distant memory. "like what?" a corner of his mouth quirked up, fingers trailing over the side of her temple as he spoke, light as a feather. "like you're trying to figure me out." 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 1k reads 04.04.25 #6 in camping 04.02.25 #4 in 80s 04.02.25

-To be loved is to be changed- Harry Edward Styles, 20 year old college student and golden boy of the University of Southern California Tojan's football team has been secretly pining over Dorothea (Thea) since he first saw her sitting in his middle school math class 8 years ago. However, here they are now, best friends and beginning their Junior and Senior years of college together with Harry yet to make any effort to get the girl he's spent years wanting. Dorothea Grace Eston, 20 year old college student and biomedical engineering major has always been extremely focused and driven. That's not to say that she is cold, because she really is not. Thea just knows what she wants and she will do what it takes to make it happen. As far as romance goes, well, romance of any type has been off of the table for a long time. That is until the happy and easy-going friendship she shares with Harry starts to turn more emotional and develops into something more. How is she supposed to let someone like him fall in love with someone like her?

Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

Ignoring each other like we didn't even exist was easy. That's the way it's always been. Until one starry, blood moonlit night changes everything we thought we had ever known. When what started as a birthday toast quickly turns into a chance to get the idea of each other out of our system, it's clear that nothing good could come from it... Even if the feeling is nothing but good. Before we know it we find ourselves fastened together like a stitch of thread on a vintage shirt, holding on for the crude interruption to our well thought out lies. There's just one thing about lies though, little by little they show their truth. The rules are simple -don't date your best friends brother. But unfortunately... The stolen stares and the secrets take over everything, making it impossible to think about anyone else. I think there's been a glitch, one I would ruin myself for. A million little times.

Childhood friendships are the ones we always savour yet the hardest to keep. The same was said for Elowyn Sullivan and Harry Styles, next-door neighbours and best friends, growing up surrounded by the other - until one left to pursue their dreams in an industry incredibly hard to get into, leaving the other behind. A decade passes, they're older and living their lives, no longer thinking of one another every day, until Elowyn sees her former best friend is back in their hometown for the debut show of his next upcoming tour dubbed 'Love On Tour' "I loved you back then, I love you now and I'll love you forever - we're soulmates Winnie."

Most of Harry and Auden's friendship was spent in the early hours of the morning. In those moments they were the most vulnerable, the most reckless, and the happiest. The book shop where Auden works the night shift soon becomes 'their place' and they grow closer and closer with every passing day. After a while feelings of a different kind begin to surface and while Harry tries to embrace them, the last thing on Auden's mind is a relationship. Will life get in the way? Or will their pull towards one another be too strong to ignore?

noun. a state of serene calmness [sequel to bambi]

"Katie, this is Harry, Elijah, Niall and Lucas," Louis introduces me to the four tattoo artists sitting in the back room. They're each working on different designs at their separate stations. "Hi," I greet them, waving awkwardly. Niall, Elijah and Lucas smile at me warmly, each saying a quick hello. Harry looks me up and down, scoffing and rolling his eyes before glancing back down to whatever he was doing. What the hell was that? "Ignore him," Louis whispers. "He's like that with everyone." I stand there nervously and chuckle, trying to brush off the strange reaction. A wave of uneasiness towards the tattooed man with curly hair comes over me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? - TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SEXUAL CONTENT / DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL ILLNESS / SELF HARM / TALK OF DEATH AND SEXUAL ASSAULT / SEX CRIMES