'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. 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.

Marlow Scott's world is simple: a bakery to run, a daughter to raise, and a heart kept guarded. Milly is her joy, her reason to keep going - until Harry steps back into their lives. Steady, patient, and scarred in his own ways, Harry slowly becomes part of their rhythm: flour‑dusted mornings, bedtime giggles, and quiet nights that make Marlow wonder if she can trust again. Burnt Sugar is a tender story of love, family, and second chances - proof that sometimes the sweetest things take time to rise.

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

When a violent gang by the name of Southside takes over Mollie's home, a government mandated conscription forces her to leave her safety behind and join the fight to defeat them. It is here she meets her commanding officer, Lieutenant Styles. His violent and aggressive leadership is everything Mollie had hoped to avoid. She hates him. Yet, she can't help but think she might not hate the parts of her he is unlocking. Parts of her she never knew existed. Started: 18.02.25

❝OF COURSE I STILL CARE LOVE'S NEVER WASTED WHEN IT'S SHARED. AND ALTHOUGH ITS OVER, I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE❜❜ the art of loving is a common belief that means love isn't just luck, but a skill that requires discipline and effort, much like an art form. but in reality, love can be layered, much like an onion. a possessive over consuming emotion that can leave you reaching for the end of the cave. but heartbreak is like lingering kiss that clings to your lips, a taste that overstays its welcome. in this situation, the strong taste of onion refuses to leave amelie astor, the pain and suffering chasing her through the shadows, and the root of her agony is the pain inflicted by her bandmate, harry styles.

"That lipstick doesn't suit you. Red's not your color," he throws out casually before heading for the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, turning toward him. "Good luck, Noel," he pauses for half a second, flicking the last cigarette away. That smug expression lingers in his green eyes. I scowl, hating how he stands there like nothing happened, casually toying with his cigarette. Faintly, I hear fans roar as he steps forward and blows a smoke stream right in my face. • Rock Me is a legendary rock band that has earned the title of the most popular band in the world thanks to their powerhouse hits, insane on-stage energy, and unique style. But Noel and Harry, the band's lead singers- can't stand each other. Noel is too weak and helpless to stand up to the arrogant, cocky Harry, who radiates nothing but darkness. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / DRUGS / ROCK 'N' ROLL / VIOLENCE / DEPRESSION / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE / ALCOHOLISM / PUNK BAND • DARK HARRY • I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

This is the story of Harry and Rose - two souls learning how to bloom together in the light and shadow of fame. Between quiet mornings and stolen glances, whispered songs and tabloid storms, they find themselves growing - tangled but tender - in a garden that isn't always kind to love. It's not just about falling in love, but learning how to keep it alive when everyone wants to see it wilt. A story about music, privacy, and the courage it takes to keep something beautiful alive under constant sun.