(ON GOING) MATURE CONTENT (+18) *PLEASE DO NOT COPY RIGHT!* "P-Please," He begs as his voice breaks. "This isn't a good idea Harry, What if you know who finds out? You're dead" His hand tightens at my hip, desperate. "I get that, but honey I'm tired of waiting, so fucking tired" I'm stunned by the rawness in him, so unlike the innocent boy I thought I knew. The way his emerald sea glass eyes shine reckless in my ocean one's, splits me apart endlessly by the sounds of our beating hearts in the night. He cups my face gently in the palm of his hands. "Show me," He cries out every word a plea. "Show me how to touch myself, I want to feel so fucking good, please, I need to learn, I'll be a good boy I swear" My breath catches. I glance around, the open barn, the scatter of hay beneath the stars, us, all alone. "Here?" He nods once, bites his lip in hunger, almost shaking. "Fuck yes. I can't wait. You're the only one who can handle all of me." A lost ballroom dancer bound to survive her new life. A lost cowboy bound to make a comeback in his life. Cowboyrry lovers this one's for you!🐴🫶🏼 I hope you all enjoy this story Thank you GoldenGirlyyy 🩷

"You can call me when you're lonely. I'll be your temporary fix." Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love. All Rights Reserved. 2015 Word count: 259,139

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.

Looking for a change after a long term relationship ends, 30 year old Sadie moves to London. Falling back on an old hobby, Sadie takes a job as a photographer. Making a name for herself proves easier than expected, and soon Sadie is photographing the best of the best. Which leads her to them, One Direction. Harry Styles charms Sadie quickly, and begins making an effort to seduce her. But the age difference and his life in the spotlight makes Sadie keep Harry at a distance. But he's persistent, and soon Sadie can't seem to go a day without Harry. Will people leave them be and let them be? Or will other people tear them apart? Find out in Flashbulbs.

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022

═══════•°• 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 •°•═══════ "𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥...𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶" ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝘢 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘜

*MATURE CONTENT* Harry Styles is currently the most well-known celebrity in the music industry, just finishing his first solo tour in 2018, trying to cope with the sudden silence that has accompanied his time off to write his second album. Andrea Wilson is just like any other normal resident living in Los Angeles. Working day in and day out, as a nurse, at the hospital with her best friends in the oftentimes cutthroat and competitive environment. After a drunken songwriting session, Harry's visit to the emergency room takes an interesting turn after meeting the nurse assigned to his case. Neither of them thought they would ever see each other again after their first introduction, but despite Harry's cocky attitude and Andrea's new, play-it-safe outlook on life, their relationship evolves into more than just patient and nurse. Even with having significantly different lifestyles, neither of them can seem to resist their attraction to each other after their friendship sparks and continues to grow. But will their troubled pasts and hidden secrets get in the way of being able to become more?

Harry regrets his decision of breaking off his friendship with Y/N and ruining his chances of pursuing a relationship with her. No matter what he does, he tries to forget what they had together and what they could have had, but nothing seems to work. He finally realizes that he won't be happy unless he tells her how he really feels about her. Harry hopes to use his time in LA to track down Y/N, so he can tell her the truth.

Alexis Lovett is a 20 year old girl working as a makeup artist who lives in a crappy apartment on what's classified as the wrong side of town with a boyfriend who's life motto should be "hey can I borrow a 20?" Harry Styles is 32 a higher level wolf his parents both werewolves and his father was part of a long line of elders so he was pretty wealthy and well respected but knows very little about the human world (THIS WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS YOUNGER AND IT READS LIKE IT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Disclaimer: This story was originally written in 2016-2017 during the filming of Dunkirk and the release of HS1. A few details have been updated for this republished version, but fans will notice discrepancies between real events and this story, especially in the timeline. Please forgive my lack of fortunetelling skills. I did not change the main female character's name from the original version. Chapters have been separated into smaller chunks for easier reading. At 29, Harry Styles is ready to settle down and start a family. If only he could find the right woman...Starring in his third movie called "Press Release", Harry finds his co-star to be a real wanker. Thank goodness that the brilliant publicist Olivia Wakefield is available to support! Will true love spark during the press junket?