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Brutality | Harry Styles by shreddedhearts
shreddedhearts
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Melody is a struggling writer working toward a degree. By chance, she is reacquainted with Harry, a boy from middle school whose life has shifted drastically. Instead of the kind, quiet child he once was, Harry has grown into a life of violence, pain, and crime as an underground boxer. In a search for inspiration, Melody invites herself into his life. What results, however, is far more real than the words she puts on paper. *Sequel now posted!* Cover by @adashofniallandetc
how you get the boy by cupsoffics
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When Tenley found out that the bloke she's (secretly) madly in love with was searching for a new flatmate, she couldn't exactly pass up the opportunity to live together with him. Even if it meant that she had to adjust to his lifestyle - because much to her dismay, Louis Tomlinson loved to throw parties - and even if it meant that she had to live next door to the bloke she very much disliked. Harry bloody Styles. Everything would've worked out if he didn't come over everyday, or maybe not. a story about coffee and the person who makes and drinks it, unnecessary loud parties and friends, and most importantly, a story of how Tenley gets the boy.
boys don't cry. [h.s]  by styleskaia
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Although she wouldn't like to admit it, Isabel Allen can be selfish, argumentative, and more than a little insecure. When she and the moody, tattooed and positively infuriating Harry Styles are forced to work together at a bowling alley three days a week, Isabel thinks she's living in her own personal hell. But time changes more than just the seasons, and one year is a long time to work out not only each other, but yourself, too. A story about messy hair, heavy drinking, marathons, film trivia and being okay. [ the story is not mine! all credit goes to oxygenstyles. ]