Lila has spent her life learning how to disappear quietly. Behind a camera, she feels safest-observing, framing, capturing moments without ever becoming the subject herself. The lens gives her distance. Control. A way to exist without being seen too closely. Until she steps into a studio where everything is loud, unfinished, and waiting-and meets Harry Styles. Harry doesn't try to fix her. He doesn't rush her, doesn't demand vulnerability, doesn't pull her into the light before she's ready. He simply stays. What begins as work becomes presence. What starts as quiet companionship turns into something steadier, slower, and far more dangerous than chaos: care. Told through late nights, low light, and the spaces between songs, this is a story about learning when to stay. About what it means to be held without being edited. About safety built not through grand gestures, but through consistency, consent, and choosing each other again and again. This is not a love story about being saved. It's about being seen clearly. About letting the frame widen. About realizing that some people don't need you smaller to love you. And that sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do is stop bracing for the moment they leave-and trust that they won't. *SEQUEL IS COMPLETED*

She's driving him crazy, but he's kinda into it He's driving her crazy, but she's kinda into it

"I thought I was just supposed to help with your songs." "You did. You're all of them." started: 7/31/2025 finished: ???

in·sa·tia·ble adjective of an appetite or desire, impossible to satisfy. Learning to trust and finding ways of getting along aren't really an option for Aurora and Harry. Yet, circumstances force them together when she finds herself stuck in the middle of all of his problems. She quickly discovers that sometimes in order to survive ones company you must become... insatiable. ••• "When you're a kid you are taught that the devil is something you should be scared of. The image of him is etched into your brain at an early age causing you to become terrified of the idea- And I used to be. Until I met him for myself. I was told of a red creature with horns, but I was never warned I'd be mesmerized by a pair of green eyes and velvet lips." ••• STARTED: JULY 3, 2022 COMPLETED: MARCH 24, 2023 ••• HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🥇in harrystyles 🥇in harrystylesau 🥇in darkharry 🥇in ninadobrev 🥇in zaynmalik 🥇in 1D 🥇in niallhoran 🥇in mafia 🥈slowburn

*[EDITING]* When Harry was twenty two, if a dangerously overconfident, time-hopping doppelgänger had pulled up in a freaky, rubber balaclava ('listen, mate' - hand on the shoulder and everything, like the reenactment of a cliché, time-honored rite of passage), and told him that in the very near future, his Friday nights would be indefinitely spent wearing a Greek moniker in the form of a fetishized allusion, that he'd be garbed by a latex mask to protect the sacred, fragile veil of secrecy- Well. He'd probably get a head start for padded walls and a straight jacket. Consider he was doing himself a favor with that one. But if he were told the same thing at twenty three, he'd probably choose to overlook the minor detail of reality imploding and sit back in his armchair, swirling his whiskey with excitement. Twenty three was an eventful year. He'd started casually enjoying whiskey after a long workday (honestly, a palate milestone in and of itself) and became enlightened on the fine art of tactically-applied suffering (and with it, gained a whole new appreciation for high-quality restraints). Because sometimes, a well-placed bruise and bliss just happened to go hand-in-hand. - OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, an exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two evident sides to the same coin.

Elude (əˈlo͞od): evade or escape from (a danger, enemy, or pursuer), typically in a skillful or cunning way. In which Harry Styles finds himself enamored with his boss' fiancée.

In a world of equations and logic, Daisy Montgomery is a beautiful chaos that eludes Harry's analytical mind.

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.

"Tell me, Harry," I said, voice low, hungry. "Tell me you want this. Beg for it." For a second, he looked like he might. Like he'd fall to pieces and let me own him for a moment, let me keep the power. But no. Something shifted. His eyes went dark-stormy, unreadable, dangerous-and I knew in that second I'd lit a fuse I couldn't unlight. I'd thought I was in control, thought I could tease him into submission. But instead, I'd woken the wolf.

A foreign correspondent hides her identity as the daughter of a U.S. presidential candidate-until a leaked story she publishes explodes into a scandal that could rig the election, destroy her career, and implicate the one man she trusted to protect her. (tw: age gap relationship! cheating!)