Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

✔️ COMPLETE After her sister breaks both her legs in a climbing accident, Venus Sweeney has to step in as a model in her absence. Instead of spending her summer getting ready for her last year of veterinary school, she is now set to spend time in Italy with a painter who has a bad reputation, a permanent frown, and an immense talent. Forced in each other's company, neither think they could ever hate another person more. However, a whole month, Italian mountain air, summer, and art, might just be able to change their minds. Eventually. Enemies to Lovers AU Affectionately dubbed painter!harry🎨 © 2019 - 2020

--------------------------------- SEQUEL OUT NOW!!! --------------------------------- Changing from an upper class citizen to being adopted by a ruthless gang leader, Aria Watson tries best to keep around her innocent upbringing while leading the world's biggest mafia corporation. Blindingly falling into a trap of love, lies and revelations could make any warrior rattle but not her. Not the infamous assassin; Aria Watson From a life of etiquette and too many rules, she finds her inner self, unleashing the Sweet and Brutal...

"I'm yours," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "That's right." Then Harry's lips were pressed viciously onto mine. But this kiss wasn't about passion. No. It was about power. Harry wanted me to feel his power over me, and I did. With every gasp of breath, with every touch of his tongue, with every move he made, I felt helpless and out of control. Which was exactly what he wanted. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 in Future

* Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* {IN THE MAKING} Gabriella Rodriguez: A tireless 18 year old girl that has to provide for her siblings, more ways than one. Harry Styles: A new teacher at school wanting to know more about the intriguing girl that not only he taught, but bumps into more ways than one. ****** Preview: I walk over to the group of men in front of the stage and start dancing. Swaying my hips to the beat of the song. All of them throwing money at me or tucking bills into my corset. Something about dancing so provocatively felt so dangerous yet exhilarating. My movements came to a halt as I turned around to be faced with a set of green eyes I never expected to see here. Fuck.

After a chance encounter, social worker Nia Cole and novelist Harry Styles navigate through the trials and tribulations of young adulthood together. A story of rediscovery and rebirth, a Sunflower and its Sun. ---------- 'Look, no offense, but I don't really know you,' I say scooting over to give us a little space. 'Plus, you wouldn't wanna hear about it. You seem like a really...positive, person. Might fuck with your energy.' 'I don't know if that 'positive' was supposed to be a compliment or an insult but my energy's quite alright,' He says with a chuckle. 'You'd be 'fucking with my energy' if you didn't tell me.' 'But why-' '-Besides,' He interjects, tugging the sleeve on his jacket and pulling me closer to him as if that was where I belonged. 'It doesn't matter because we won't see each other again.' The tone of his last sentence walked a fine line between melancholic and contemplative, as though the thought of us never seeing each other again was an injustice of fate. My heart sank once I realized that he was right. Those deep green eyes of his fixated on mine, searching for any sign that I felt the same disappointment towards the inevitable. I did. Missing a person I hardly knew felt senseless, but so was lying to myself. -------------- Started: April 8, 2020 | ongoing

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

Set six months after the events of Theirs, we begin the countdown to the biggest day of Marnie's life. But is it ever really that straight forward? The final installment of Harry and Marnie's story. [Please read Ours and Theirs first or this won't make much sense!]

Golden, guns, and greedy glorification. *** "We both needed to weather the bad in order to grow; Kind of like a sunflower" he says quietly under his breath, looking over in my direction. I smile at his example, while we both stop and stare at the little sunflower which is being drawn to the sun behind us. That's when I realized I had been the sunflower. Feeling hopeless and broken trying to survive an endless amount of pouring rain. Trying to grow on my own until one day I wiped away my tears, and was finally able to see the sunshine that had unexpectedly creeped in, and helped me grow into who I am right here right now at this moment in time. The sun, which was always there hidden behind the dark gloomy rain clouds, finally broke through, causing the sunflower to follow wherever the sun had went. Although I never knew Harry was there, hiding behind the clouds, when he finally walked into my life, causing the sunshine to creep in, I had finally realized he was there to take me back to the light. When I had thought to myself the only person who could ever bring me back to that light had been taken from my life forever. "Yeah, kind of like sunflowers" *** Story started May 2020 - December 2020

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.