Harry is a jock, simple as that. He has always been the guy who every other person in the school wishes they were. He is living the 'good life' with his two best friends Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik, plus he has all the girls wrapped around his finger. His life revolves around his perfect, straight boy jock image. Then one day out of the blue a bump appears in the perfect, flat road that is his life, and this bump is called Niall Horan. Niall’s dad has been moved from Mullingar, Ireland to Holmes Chapel by his work and Niall must leave his whole childhood behind. Something about his blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes has Harry reeling and soon enough he can’t stop thinking about the new boy that couldn't care less about him. For the first time in his life Harry is trying to win someone over and failing. This angers him and he resorts to bullying Niall. Niall makes Harry feel starstruck, (even though he has trouble showing it) but Niall despises him for bullying him every day and just wants him out of his life. But that is kind of hard to do when he moves in right next to the boy he hates more than anything.

"Are you looking for a job?" She asks and he nods. "What kind of job?" She asks again. "Something full time," he immediately answers. "Full time nanny maybe?" She then asks. "Sure." Harry is a nanny looking for a job. Niall is a father looking for a nanny.

Businessman Harry Styles calls upon a sex hot line to get through his lonely nights. What starts off as a pure sexual service soon turns emotional when Harry begins to make calls just to talk to 'Lucky'. [1st Place Popular Narry (Bromance Awards 2015)]

"I just wanted you to fuck me but I got greedy and wanted you to love me." The one where Niall is a simple car mechanic, and Harry's a famous designer and somehow, fate led them together. - credit to rightful owners of images/manips/gifs :)

"He's the star and all I am is the water boy." [#1 Fan Fiction. **First Place (Popular Narry) / 2nd Most Voted Story in the 2014 1DBromance Awards (Olympic 2014)] [Going through a 2nd Edit] Cover by: NarryBuddy

"Surely he had a secret smile somewhere under all those layers of impatience, irritability, antagonism and countless Gucci suits." Niall has worked for Mr Styles and his world famous fashion magazine for 6 years. He's been there the longest out of everyone, and all his colleagues are convinced Mr Styles has a soft spot for him. But Mr Styles is angry and emotionless, and Niall is just...well, Niall. Narry (boyxboy) WARNING - this story contains some serious boyxboy smut scenes, not suitable for younger readers (( Absolutely no reposts or translations - no exceptions. ))

"Stop reading my mind!" In which Harry is a mind-reader and Niall just thinks a lot. Copyright © All Rights Reserved 2015 Story Idea: @underwears

Harry and Niall were best friends when they were little. They were in the same pack from babies til they were five and six years old. Something happened causing Maura to be excused from the pack, taking her children with her. Separating Niall and Harry for years. What happens when years later as a teen Harry and his family move from the pack to another place? Causing Harry and Niall to accidentally meet up again after all these years. Will they remember each other or will too much time had passed by?

"What kind of lipstick are you wearing?" "Who? Me?" "Yes, you sweetheart." "I'm not- these are their natural color." or in which Harry works at a cosmetic store which Niall pays a visit to. He went to buy lipstick for his girlfriend but ends up meeting a boy with more kissable lips than his girlfriend's. Copyright © All Rights Reserved 2016

First Rain is an annual campus tradition that is held by the students at the local university; each year, the students gather in the quad and run throughout campus completely free of clothing. This year, Harry is determined to convince Niall to join him. ---- This is an actual campus tradition that exists at the college I'm going to attend this coming school year. I was intrigued when I found out about the tradition and couldn't help myself from writing a short story about it.