They never expected to crash into each other-and even less expected a friendship to turn into something more. Can they navigate distance, independence, and feelings that refuse to stay "just friends"?

She spilled her coffee, her almond croissant, and possibly her dignity-right onto Harry Styles. Emma's a French translator with zero chill, a tragic relationship with her inbox, and a talent for falling over her own feet. Harry's supposed to be focusing on his next album, not getting tangled up with the hilarious, chaotic girl who crashes into his life-literally. This is not a muse story. She's not his inspiration-she's just herself. But that might be the whole point. One almond croissant, one girl, one quietly ridiculous love story.

The moment I held our daughter, Nina, for the first time, a universe shifted. Her tiny hand curled around my finger, and I knew my world would never be the same. The love was instant, overwhelming, and absolute. But while my heart swelled with a fierce, protective joy for our baby girl, I couldn't ignore the quiet shadows that seemed to follow Anna. The exhaustion I understood, the demands of a new baby were relentless for both of us. Yet, there was a distance I couldn't bridge, a light in her eyes that seemed to flicker and fade. She used to light up a room, spark with quick wit and that incredible, earthy laugh. Now, she was withdrawing, her passion for her veterinary practice feeling more like an escape than a fulfillment. And the way she sometimes looked at Nina and me, a flicker of something almost like pain, or... jealousy, tightened a knot in my chest. I knew I had to understand. I had to find a way back to the Anna I loved, the Anna who was now the mother of my child. Because even as I held our beautiful daughter, I found myself adrift, trying to understand the "she" who was always there, yet somehow, just out of reach. This is our story, told through my eyes. A story of navigating the beautiful, messy, and sometimes heartbreaking reality of new parenthood, the unspoken struggles, and the enduring power of love. And somewhere along the way, amidst the chaos and the quiet battles, two other people found their own unexpected harmony.

They weren't supposed to be anything. Just two grown-ups, a little chemistry, and a lot of mutual understanding: keep it casual. No strings, no drama. But when a surprise pregnancy turns their perfectly easy arrangement into something impossibly complicated, Nina and Harry are forced to figure out what it means to raise a baby together - without losing their sanity... or their hearts. It's not a love story. At least, it wasn't meant to be. ---- I've completed the story but I will publish 2 chapters a day only :)

Harry thought it was just one weekend. Near Barcelona. A stolen shirt. A girl he couldn't quiet forget. Months later, he walks into lunch with his girlfriend Romi-only to find her new assistant is Alice. The same girl. What follows is a slow unraveling of boundaries, secrets, and everything they tried to leave behind. Because when the past shows up holding your coffee and a schedule for your day, pretending nothing happened... What do you do?

Sometimes, when I'm off tour, I get this itch. Not literal. Metaphorical. Tour ends, the lights shut off, and suddenly I'm just... still. No crew, no call times, no adrenaline. My body rests, but my brain? My brain starts looking for motion. Sometimes, that motion looks like gym sessions, long walks, locking myself in a studio with nothing but an acoustic and my ego. And sometimes? It looks like sex. Not tabloid shit. No god-complex orgies. Just something familiar. Women I trust. People who text back with a wink and nothing more. Like Sasha. Like Lou. Not like Lena. I thought it'd be casual. Banter, late-night texts, sex with no strings. But Lena doesn't do casual. And I'm starting to think I don't either - not with her.

It was just a contract. A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around. Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite. And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care. He didn't ask for company. I didn't ask for complications. But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted. And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud. They said don't fall for your boss. They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.

I never could've seen you coming.

A tale of THREE lovers ♡