The media thought they knew the story of super star Harry Styles and model/student Townes Brennan. Little did they know that it was a lie, a cover made up by his management to keep the true story from being revealed. Years go by without hearing a thing from Harry but when he resurfaces with his debut album Townes is taken by surprise hearing their entire history play out through his voice. ________________________ This is a Harry Styles AU, while some names may be real this is a work of FICTION.

In which he begs you not to marry the man waiting for you at the end of the aisle -- but better now than later, right? Mature content ahead, 18+ readers only, please. Posted to my tumblr account, first seen on Patreon.

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."

But nobody'd warned him about what it would be like for him to be kept in the dark, and he was beginning to like it less and less. Nobody told him whispers and eyebrow raises from your friends alone and your friends together would pinch and nibble and have him holding his breath until you were chasing him for kisses in front of his stove with the knobs pressing into his back when he let you pin him to catch them between giggles.

"Oi! Where're you going? We're in the middle of something!" Ignoring his friends' indignant questions, he placed his cue stick back on the rack and slunk around the table towards the bar and you. Up close, it was worse - you were worse - and for five whole seconds, his tongue twisted into a ball for the cat to bat at before he managed to ask, "What's that you've got in there?" Not his most original line, but the first thing he could get out before it was too late to talk and he made a fool of himself by standing there with nothing to say. You looked at your drink and then back at him. "Tequila." The mischievous grin was the same as if you'd just told him you weren't wearing any underwear, and he chortled. "Straight?" You kept your eyes on him, nodding a little and taking a slow sip without flinching. It was all he could do to keep from swaying, and he just about did when you followed up with, "Want some?"

You pulled your knees up to your chest underneath the blankets. "Are you ok?" One beat, two beats, three beats. You bit your lip, each second he didn't answer drilling a sense of dread into you. "My friends...." He gulped audibly and you crossed your free hand over your chest, squeezing close. "My friends are dicks, y'know?" Harry laughed, but it was hollow. "They really...." Silence fell again and you gnawed your tongue to keep from breaking it. He'd tell you - he always did - you just needed to give him time, and he was fainter still when he did. "There'll probably be a few pictures."

❝I loved him, but it was a rotten love. A love pushed well past its expiration date. It was ugly and sour and spiteful and disgusting. It was hopeless...it was unsalvageable. And we both got to the point where we both knew it was over but we played dumb, half in denial, half waiting for the other person to speak up, all the while wondering: which could be worse? To be trash, or the one who takes out the trash? And in the end, it really didn't matter. It hurts all the same.❞ {BASED ON THE MOVIE, SIX YEARS.} ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | 2017 FUCKERINGS

❝Does it still hurt?❞ ❝What?❞ ❝Loving him.❞ It takes me awhile to answer that because I don't know what to say. But then, every moment and memory we had ever shared together hits me all at once and it feels like someone is choking me as I try to breathe in air. Gasping, I finally answer. ❝Yeah. Fuck, yeah. It still hurts.❞ the sequel to six years. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | 2017 FUCKERINGS

"Is Harry Styles Done with Acting? According to our sources, it would seem so. Harry Styles has rocked the silver screen for the past three years now, leaving us on the edge of our seats in Dunkirk, wiping our tears at Every Bunch of Roses, and leaving us in awe of his performance in The Tale of Magdalena Ross. However, sources say that Styles' latest movie, Basket Case, could be his final-that he actually appears in, at least. An insider tells us, "Harry loved every bit of acting, but he has always been one to push himself. When Warner Brothers approached him with the possibility of directing, he was quick to jump on it." That's right, ladies and gentleman, rumors say that Mr. Styles will be directing a movie within the next year!" -Johnathon Davies, The Sun A mini OU featuring a future, fake-dating, director!Harry. Awards: 1D Craft Awards Autumn 2018 - Best OU - Winner 1D Craft Awards Autumn 2018 - Best Romance - Winner Cover art by the amazing @verorax