"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harryedwardstyles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles

Y/N is outgoing, Harry is shy. They become flatmates and don't expect much. But shared silence, small routines and his unfinished music start to change everything.

Marguerite doesn't know why Harry Styles is protecting her. Only that without him, she'd already be dead. Cold, controlling, and impossible to escape, Harry drags her into a world of secrets, violence, and unanswered questions where danger follows her everywhere she goes. And the more time she spends with him, the more she realizes one terrifying truth: Harry isn't just hiding something. He's hiding her.

You're his makeup artist. That's all it's supposed to be. Professional. Simple. Nothing more. Until it isn't. Because you start talking. Spending time together. Becoming... something you weren't expecting. And suddenly, you're not just part of his work. You're part of his life. And that's where everything starts to blur. A slow burn about blurred lines, quiet moments, and what happens when things stop being just professional. Because he's not just who the world sees and, for the first time in a long time... he feels normal.

A short story - in which Frankie Rhodes and Harry Styles are completely in love. With a fresh engagement, and plans for Frankie to move into Harry's apartment at the end of next month, they both feel as if this is truly the beginning of the rest of their lives together. So, what happens after an incident causes Harry to end up in the hospital, and when he wakes, he has no recollection of the last two years of his life?

Burnt out from years of touring and moving from one album to the next, Harry takes a break by relocating to a secluded village. There, surrounded by sheep and elderly people that have no clue who he is, he thinks he's found the peace he'd been craving. Until he makes an unexpected acquaintance with Maddy, a high spirited cafe manager with secrets he'd love to break open. Maddy has much to hide, and a whole life she'd rather forget. With no one but herself to count on, she's rattled by the appearance of the super star in her village, threatening to disrupt everything she's grown accustomed to. But the more she gets to know him, the more she realises how good it is to finally have someone like her near. Together, they navigate friendship amidst a fear of trust, and a relationship that has the potential to change their lives forever. All they need is to weather this storm together.

'Darling,' his voice was raspy, resonating deep within Emma's heart. 'I can't resist you much longer. I really can't.' Being devastatingly attractive, a ruthless lover, a shameless heartbreaker, and a magnet for scandal - Harry Styles is adored and hated by millions. So when he reappears after five mysterious years of silence, the entire country watches him step back into the dazzling spotlight on the famed late-night talk show, Live with Devon! Emma Sinclair, one of the rookie script editors at the show, treats his attendance like any other day at work. She's not starstruck, she's not hopping on any of the gossip trains, she's just doing her job. But what starts as a professional obligation, unravels into something far more complicated when she meets Mr. Styles himself. Fame is messy, just as desire. And along the way, Emma learns falling for a celebrity might be the most complicated when he falls back. All Rights Reserved to @butterflytattoo Achievements: #1 Harry #1 Fandom #1 Harryfanfic #1 Styles

[a harry styles fanfiction] - lawyer!harry ▪︎ ▪︎ Note to my past self--do not, I repeat, do not say yes to marrying the handsome stranger you happen to know absolutely nothing about. I wasn't getting married in a lush green garden while the few friends I had cheered us on as I had always imagined I would. I wasn't laughing or crying from extreme happiness as every bride did at one point during the ceremony. I wasn't even wearing a white dress, let alone my dream wedding gown. Instead of a beautiful wedding dress, I had on a simple blue dress and I was standing next to the wrong man, one who did nothing but frown and glower. Also, his grip surprisingly tight around mine. Such a simple act, but holding a stranger's hand while you're getting married? Not fun. Hell, forget about handholding--I was about to be the wife of a man I knew nothing more about than what a quick Google search had provided. Yet I had willingly and knowingly agreed to this, hadn't I? ▪︎ ▪︎ [not my original story]

He wanted control. She gave him rules. Harry never meant to become obsessed with the girl in the lace bra who danced like she had nothing left to lose. She wouldn't kiss him. Wouldn't sleep with him. Wouldn't even give her real name. But he kept going back. ---- 10 chapters short story, definitely nsfw/mature content. Not my usual style, I wanted to try a story high on smut. Please vote and comments !

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.