You're his makeup artist. That's all it's supposed to be. Professional. Simple. Nothing more. Until it isn't. Because you start talking. Spending time together. Becoming... something you weren't expecting. And suddenly, you're not just part of his work. You're part of his life. And that's where everything starts to blur. A slow burn about blurred lines, quiet moments, and what happens when things stop being just professional. Because he's not just who the world sees and, for the first time in a long time... he feels normal.

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection All Rights Reserved to @onthewindowsill

"For all time." A slow...slow...slow burning friends to lovers because I love the torture! ❤️ 18+

Harry Styles can run a billion-dollar beauty company without breaking a sweat. He can command boardrooms, negotiate impossible deals, and solve corporate crises before most people finish their morning coffee. Then he comes home, to the only person in the world who isn't remotely impressed. Livia is a scientist. She studies forests, soil, and ecosystems. She spends weeks away on field research, comes home covered in mud, and has absolutely no interest in Harry's corporate reputation. To the rest of the world, Harry Styles is an intimidating CEO. To Livia, he's just Harry. The husband who can't stop working. The man who worries too much. The one who somehow makes even grocery shopping unnecessarily dramatic. Between billion-dollar meetings and rainforest expeditions, airport reunions and late-night phone calls, muddy boots and tailored suits, they're learning that marriage isn't about having the perfect life. It's about finding home in each other, no matter how chaotic life becomes.

Natalie was excited to spend the summer at her best friend's lake house. That is until she found out her best friend's cousin, Harry Styles, was planning on joining along with his four other band members otherwise known as One Direction. With some unpleasant past between them, will Harry and Natalie be able to pull it together and get along for the summer or will they continue to tick each other off until one of them cracks?

18+ MATURE CONTENT "Its's PR baby, I'm putting on a show." ++++ Harry Styles and Spencer West have never gotten along. Spencer's too much of a perfectionist, Harry says. Harry's such a womaniser, Spencer says. The two of them have been working together on a film for the past month but when photos of two of the biggest stars in the world go viral at a friends engagement party, the pair are coerced into a PR relationship that will just about change the course of who they are. As they say... All is fair in love and PR.

Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."

Aurelia Vale hasn't seen Harry Styles in years. Their families were inseparable once, spending every summer together at the house in London but until everything changed. Now she's eighteen, quiet, thoughtful, and back for one last summer before college. She hasn't seen him since years ago back when they were best buddies. Harry's nineteen now, colder, sharper. The boy she remembers is gone, replaced by someone she doesn't recognize. He smokes, he drinks, and he doesn't look at her the same. He's trouble But the house remembers. The late nights, the laughter, the memories of them as kids A story about distance,memory and the slow kind of love that burns. London, summer, 2013.

𝖳𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾 When her mother goes missing, Viv joins her father's illegal organisation with the intention to retrieve her. With help from a few gentlemen, they travel the country to find rightful clues. But what happens when Viv's vision falls more occupied with one of the boys than to find her own mother? COVER MADE BY @NiallWhoransLeftShoe