The one about chefrry

*[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.

defiant, rebellious, outspoken and witty, Sofia has never been one to follow rules. Her incessant need to prove people wrong, misbehave and have a damn good time has landed her in a whole load of trouble. Moving from her small town to New York for college is supposed to be a fresh start for her but when her overprotective big brother assigns his best friend to spy on her, limits are tested. Harry owns the bar Sofia illegally frequents. When she starts bringing dates inside those four walls, Harry finds any way he can to sabotage his best friend's little sister's love life. - - - - "Fia, we can't..." I breathe against him, getting high off adrenaline. "Why not?" Harry sighs, rolling his head against mine. "Luca would kill me." I nod, pressing another wet kiss to the base of his neck. "So let him kill you after you fuck me senseless."

For Joelle Katler, life's been all right. She's at school in her favorite state, she's living with her best friend, and there's always a bottle of wine ready to be popped in her fridge. And that's okay. For Harry Styles, life passes by. He's passionate about his job, he has his own apartment, and he's making a home for himself in an unfamiliar place. He should feel satisfied. Maybe it's time they ignite a little something in each of their lives. A firefighter AU about taking risks and not being alone. Awards: Craft Awards Autumn 2018 Edition - Best Harry - Runner-up Rooftop Awards Autumn 2016 Edition - Best OFC - Winner Rooftop Awards Autumn 2016 Edition - Favorite HET couple - Winner Rooftop Awards Autumn 2016 Edition - Best AU - Runner-up Rooftop Awards Autumn 2016 Edition - Best MA - Runner-up Rooftop Awards Autumn 2016 Edition - Most Unique - Runner-up Rooftop Awards Autumn 2016 Edition - Best Harry - Honorable Mention Rooftop Awards Autumn 2016 Edition - Best Angst - Honorable Mention Rooftop Awards Autumn 2016 - Most Realistic - Honorable Mention

"It's delicate, isn't it?" A story about H & his stylist inspired by yet another Taylor Swift song! Enjoy!

Harry didn't plan for it to become a recurring motif. It was never intended, from his perspective, to anchor him, and it certainly wasn't there to define him. At the time, he'd thought it was a one-time thing, like waxing his chest, or trying hot yoga, or letting someone gaslight him into believing that olives don't just taste like someone preserved despair in brine. At best, he'd figured it would be a strange, mildly entertaining story to pull out after drinks with a select, close-knit group of attendees. It'd fall in line somewhere between the one about the dentist with the singular nipple piercing and the time he'd mistakenly crashed a wake because the GPS rerouted him through a church parking lot. And then she called him Sir. One minute he was perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed he'd snagged off of facebook marketplace (suspiciously low price tag- maybe haunted), wondering if tilting her too far would result in blunt force trauma via nightstand, and the next, she was twisting her chin to look at him over her shoulder, voice low and syrupy-sweet, eyes half-lidded as she was saying it- Sir- with this kind of reverence that made him feel like someone with gravity. Purpose. Like he was something more than a financially unstable, sleep-deprived undergrad sporting a semi; like something cracked open in her ribs every time she used it, and he was the only one who could crawl inside. Retrospectively, that was the beginning of the end. - OR The one in which there's an interesting blog focused on a niche genre of soft-core pornography, two next-door neighbors in an apartment complex with paper-thin walls, a simple case of misinterpretation, a man that runs from intimacy like there's an award waiting at the invisible finish line, and a pet bunny called Snuggles. - (reader-insert/ Y/N - early access patreon fic)

Harry Styles; CEO of 'Pleasing', single dad to two children, prioritizes his job over anything else. Edora Winters; fresh out of college, a nursery practitioner living in the heart of Los Angeles, prioritizes her job over anything else. What happens when Edora, a woman who spends her time protecting children, comes across Harry, a man who spends his days neglecting his children? Even better, what happens when a drunken meet up in Las Vegas leads to a wedlock, to a child of their own, binding them together for years to come? STARTED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2021 FINISHED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2022

We were supposed to be just friends.

COMPLETED // Naina and Harry have been best friends for 6 years. They've also been roommates for 3 years. While Naina is used to Harry's playboy tendencies, she never thought she'd want to be a part of them. When a bad breakup changes everything, the two take their relationship to a whole new level with one simple rule: no strings attached. - A 21.4k word, friends-to-lovers one shot. (Divided into two parts so it's easier to read.)

"It's gonna take me a minute, but I could get used to this." 🤍 friends to lovers au 🤍