Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

harry has a strict "no flatmates" policy. no flirting, no kissing, and definitely no hooking up--not after last time. this policy is working well for him, and for a while, he's sure he has everything under control. that is, until alyson shows up. (cover credit to the amazing eriza!!) highest ranking: #7 in harry, #1 in fics, #3 in harrystyles

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

Nadie sabía sobre la existencia de Edward. Nadie sabía que era un príncipe. Nadie sabía que él reclamaría su trono al futuro rey de Inglaterra. Nadie sabía que Edward era "Harry". Edward sale del palacio Buckingham por primera vez en diecisiete años luego de haber vivido como un príncipe en secreto. Edward se aventura a salir de la ciudad y mudarse temporalmente al condado de Suffolk junto a la mejor amiga de su madre, con la estricta condición de no revelar a nadie su identidad de príncipe y, en cambio, hacerse pasar por un chico normal llamado: "Harry". Nadie sabía que Edward se enamoraría de Olivia. Nadie sabía que Olivia se enamoraría de Harry. ¿Podrá Harry mantener el secreto de un príncipe? "Nunca conté todo lo mío, si lo intentara, se sentiría como el infinito" "I live for you, I long for you, Olivia. Don't let me go..." "-Pareces sacado de la realeza" En esta historia no se aceptan copias y/o adaptaciones. [Historia Gandora en los Premios Fanficlímpicos 2020]

All reality shows are fake, aren't they? Nobody could possibly fall in love on television, even if The Bachelor is Harry Styles. A Bachelor AU in which Harry Styles is the charming bachelor and Charlotte is the insufferable contestant. XX "Welcome to The Bachelor, ladies! I know you're all excited, so I'll get right down to it. Every week you'll go on a date with our chosen bachelor, and at the end of every week only a few of you will be selected, until just one remains. Simple, right? Lets get to it, then. Here's the man of the hour, your very own bachelor, Mr. Harry Styles!"

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