"I just want to make you happy." Where Niall happens to fall in love with his best friend. Who's taken. all gif/pic credit to rightful owners :)

Charlotte Marshall just wants to enjoy her last semester of college. She wants to go to parties, make out with strangers, and live her best life. But as the President's daughter, she finds herself elevated to celebrity status, the target of increased threats, and subject to heightened scrutiny. A proven flight risk, her antics have become cause for concern. Enter Special Agent Harry Styles, begrudingly assigned as not only a live-in agent but also the head of Charlie's detail. Styles has one task: tame the beast that is Charlotte Marshall. The only problem is, he's desperately in love with her. EXCERPT FROM ROUGE: His jaw ticked. "You're not just breaking protocol. You're playing games with your life." I crossed my arms, feeling like a child being scolded for playing with scissors. "I was fine." He stepped forward, close now. Too close. His presence was all-consuming, and she hated the way he towered over her. "You don't get to decide that." I tilted my chin up in a childish act of defiance. "You're not the boss of me." His eyes flicked over my face. For a moment, just a fraction of a second, something softer slipped into his expression-concern? Frustration? But it vanished just as fast. "Go shower," he said, turning away. "You smell like tequila and bad choices." I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks flushed anyway. Dammit. Round one: Charlie. But I had a feeling this war with Agent Styles was only just beginning.

Harry thought it was just one weekend. Near Barcelona. A stolen shirt. A girl he couldn't quiet forget. Months later, he walks into lunch with his girlfriend Romi-only to find her new assistant is Alice. The same girl. What follows is a slow unraveling of boundaries, secrets, and everything they tried to leave behind. Because when the past shows up holding your coffee and a schedule for your day, pretending nothing happened... What do you do?

They never expected to crash into each other-and even less expected a friendship to turn into something more. Can they navigate distance, independence, and feelings that refuse to stay "just friends"?

They weren't supposed to be anything. Just two grown-ups, a little chemistry, and a lot of mutual understanding: keep it casual. No strings, no drama. But when a surprise pregnancy turns their perfectly easy arrangement into something impossibly complicated, Nina and Harry are forced to figure out what it means to raise a baby together - without losing their sanity... or their hearts. It's not a love story. At least, it wasn't meant to be. ---- I've completed the story but I will publish 2 chapters a day only :)

SEQUEL TO ONE NIGHT Hoping to provide their daughter with some sense of normalcy, Mae agrees to spend two weeks in Italy with Harry Styles on their first official family holiday. But things can never be that simple, especially when both still harbor secret feelings-and new relationships-and old family secrets are spilled. EXCERPT FROM TWO WEEKS: "Don't!" I shouted, breathless. My hands trembled as I brought them to my mouth, wiping the taste of him off my lips, like it would somehow help me forget the way I burned for him. "Don't do that." His eyes searched mine, pleading and furious all at once. "Tell me then. Tell me there's nothing. Tell me you don't feel it too." My lips trembled. I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to crumble into him. But I forced my chin up, voice cutting like glass through the strained silence. "I don't." His face twisted, wounded, and enraged. "You're a fucking liar, Mae Collins." He turned on his heel, storming out so hard the door rattled as it slammed shut behind him. And I just watched him go.

Rose Bryant's life is turned upside down when her step-brother auditions for the X-Factor and is placed in a boy band. With One Direction skyrocketing to fame, and Rose forging her own path, there's one person she keeps coming back to. No matter the distance or the years that stretch between them, she always finds her way back to Harry Styles. Whether she likes it or not. (VERY long and VERY slow burn. Like this fic spans 15 years. You have been warned.) (TW: this fic will cover lots of different, possibly triggering topics. including: alcoholism, drunk driving, drug use, sex, sexual assault/harassment, anxiety, and depression.)

When Alys Driscoll met Harry Styles in the hallowed silence of an Oxford library, she didn't see a superstar-she saw a statistical anomaly who didn't know how to follow the rules of a queue. He didn't see a doctor of genetics; he saw a girl in a vintage mustard dress who was "written in the stars." Four years later, the stars have misaligned. Between the crushing weight of Harry's global fame and Alys's clinical need for order, the "beautiful agony" of their marriage has reached a breaking point. While Harry believes their love is destiny, Alys has run the data and concluded that the most rational expression of love is to let him go. With a band falling apart and a divorce on the table, they have four therapy sessions to bridge the gap between his heart and her logic. But can you fix a relationship when one person speaks in lyrics and the other speaks in facts?

***MATURE CONTENT READ AT OWN RISK*** Harry seems to be getting uncomfortable and mildly frustrated. "Willow, look at me." He's waiting until he has my full attention. "That wasn't just great sex. You don't feel that intensity without a serious connection with someone. I'm drawn to you, I want to learn more about you. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't feel that spark when I touched your hand earlier." *** Willow is a single mother who meets Harry Styles in a trendy night club in LA on his 21st birthday. They spend the evening together and everyone thinks is just a fun one night encounter. However, things don't always happen they way we expect them.

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."