A (kinda) short story about tattoos, the photographs you keep, comeback records, and what comes after. ~a post break up au~

At sixteen, every person on earth is destined to get a tattoo on each arm: one that matches their soulmate and one that matches their worst enemy. The day Harry's name shows up on Cleo's arm, she knows straightaway that he's her worst enemy. He's been her nemesis for as long as she could remember and the same goes for him. Besides, he has another name on his arm whom he's sure is his soulmate even though he hasn't met her. And yet everyone else is convinced that Cleo and Harry are soulmates. After spending years convincing people that they aren't soulmates, Cleo suddenly decides that maybe it's not a bad idea if everyone thinks that they are. And surprisingly, Harry agrees with her. a soulmate au with enemies pretending to date

Liam asked him last week, when he was drunk and feeling brave, how he knew about Harry, and Zayn was drunk and feeling brave, too, so he told him he didn’t know, that’s the point. There was no crash, no bang, no chase through an airport. It was more quiet than that. Zayn didn’t even feel it, how, from the moment he and Harry met, the space between them got smaller and smaller until there wasn’t any at all.

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.

He commanded the room the moment he entered it. He walked with a long stride and his shoulders square and all eyes, male or female, were drawn to him. There was no mistaking who he was as he crossed the reception area and entered the office where I was sitting with my boss. My knees trembled as I rose to my feet and extended my hand as Aggie introduced us, "Mr Styles, this is my best designer, Sasha Ginsberg. She will be at your disposal throughout your remodel." He shook my hand with a firm grip and I couldn't decipher the expression on his face as he dragged his eyes up my body. Was it animosity radiating from him, or sexual tension? I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to find out. AU where Harry owns a multibillion dollar corporation.

COMPLETED // Niall, in every sense of the word, is blocked. He's got the ideas and the tunes to put them to, but he just can't get the words out. Sonam is a writing connoisseur. Whether that's a short press release or a 1200 word article. She's just got a knack for words. Put together rather abruptly, the two realize they have more in common than they thought. If you enjoy this story, PLEASE check out my tumblr as I have a whole list of extra drabbles for Sonam and Niall's life together- kids, marriage, everything.

COMPLETED // Anushka (Nush) and Aryan have been best friends since they were little. As have Harry and Elizabeth.Aryan and Elizabeth are getting married, a grand scale Indian wedding at that- with Anushka and Harry as their Best Lady and Man of Honor. But, Harry doesn't know the first thing about Indian weddings while Anushka has been to so many- she's lost count.The last thing Anushka expected to do at her best friend's wedding is babysit a rockstar or give him a crash course on Indian weddings.But for the sake of Aryan, and Elizabeth... well, she'll have to oblige. First chapter of the fic is an Indian dictionary that gives translations for all the vocab throughout the story. Please check out my tumblr for more about this story!

COMPLETED // NOVELLA/SEQUEL "I Was Made For Loving You" Rhea Trivedi-Williams likes being in control. But when it comes to Harry Styles, she has a history of having none. As Harry launches his solo career, he realizes perhaps he's needed Rhea all along. This story has LOADS of content on my tumblr account under the same username. There are moodboards, fake instagrams and texts, and drabbles pre timeless and post timeless. It's a lot of content to upload in both places, so consider checking out my tumblr to get the full experience!

COMPLETED // Updated periodically with post-story drabbles. The only thing keeping Neha Khanna together is the book shop she owns and the romance novels she loses herself in. Niall Horan, on the hand, is a cocky investment banker with a penchant for saving failing businesses and turning profits. If you ask him, he doesn't have a single romantic bone in his body. When Neha is on the verge of losing everything because of blissful ignorance, Niall's the only one who can keep her world from shattering. But, that's only if they can learn to get along first. TW: This story does mention the death of a family member. It is not detailed. A story about being lost and finding yourself, with help from the most unexpected of things: places, books, and realizing that everyone has a story - some just have yet to be written.

Brooklyn thinks Niall is the most annoying person she's ever met. He doesn't take things seriously, he likes to make embarrassing jokes and bets all the time, but somehow he's one of the best writers in the company. Niall thinks Brooklyn is the most boring person he's ever met. She doesn't care about anything but her work, she doesn't like to listen to his jokes, but somehow she agrees to make a bet with him. a story about bets, nosy siblings and finding out that winning and losing aren't the only thing that matters.