[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)

She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know." "Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting." "I was told 'companion with boundaries.'" Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable." "Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine." "Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know." She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?" Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

Lily Haize is finally 21, and she's ready to celebrate in style, on a dreamy beach vacation with her parents. There's just one problem: her parents' best friends have decided to tag along... and they're bringing him. Harry Styles Smug, infuriating, cocky Harry, with his stupid perfect jawline and his annoying smirk that has definitely gotten worse over the years. Worse? He's turning 21 on the exact same day as her. Cue the birthday competition, petty dares, beachside bickering, and endless one-upping. But as the days heat up, so does the tension-of a very different kind. The hate is still there... it just comes with lingering stares, accidental touches, and moments that make her question everything she thought she knew about him. One villa. Two birthdays Too many secrets. And one unexpected twist neither of them saw coming. It was supposed to be a vacation. It might just be the start of something more. "You can keep pretending you hate me, Lil..." He smirked, fingers brushing the hem of my dress. "But your body's already told me the truth."

Sophie Lennon is an art curator who lands the job of a lifetime at New York's most prestigious gallery - The Pink Velvet Theatre. More than just a gallery, it is a place of carefully crafted illusion. Harry Styles, the elusive owner, is already a legend in the industry. He's brilliant and accomplished, but rarely seen. When Sophie stumbles upon something she was never meant to see, everything changes. Keeping her at a distance is no longer possible and neither is letting her go.

Joey Mckay is a chainsmoking law student, who has established three rules for herself. Don't fall in love, don't commit and don't ever move back to Utah. However, as a rule breaker at heart, Joey finds it difficult to adhere to her own set of guidelines. Especially when Harry Styles, a charming medicine student, comes into her life. In this three-part story, we'll witness how Joey's rules crumble one by one, against her will and despite her best efforts.

Sentry ('sen-trē): a person or group that watches over someone or something. ▣⬩▣⬩▣⬩▣⬩▣ In which Harry Styles is hired to watch over Christoph Beckett's daughter, Naomi, after the sudden passing of his wife, Delia. Harry thinks he's signed up for solely the role of Naomi's bodyguard, but as more time goes on, Naomi approaches him with an additional offer of her own. It's one Harry knows he should resist at all costs, but in the end, he can't help but give in.

In the fickle world of the music industry, Delaney, a talented yet frustrated songwriter, finds herself entangled with a certain boy bander from London. Plagued by her cynical disposition and sharp-tongue, she juggles her dreams, the relentless demands of the industry, and her disdain for the boyband formula and the overly-manufactured music she finds herself chained to working on. As she collaborates with the members, Delaney's journey unravels into a tale of bitter truths, missed chances, and the relentless pursuit of artistic identity. Dismissing them as mere puppets of the industry, she encounters the enigmatic Harry Styles, sparking a battle of wills that simmers with tension. Despite the war with her label, their interactions in the studio become the true battleground, where sarcasm meets charm, and fiery exchanges hint at something more beneath the surface. As the songwriting sessions unfold, Delaney and Harry find themselves caught in a dance of conflicting desires, where enemies might just discover a different kind of harmony. Will the heat of their animosity ignite a surprising connection, or will their clash of egos drown out the melody of unexpected love? Join Delaney and Harry in this steamy, rhythm-fueled journey from adversaries to unlikely allies in the symphony of passion and creativity.

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] In which Harry and Carter battle for the best grades as first year students, and are then put in an assignment together.

Ignoring each other like we didn't even exist was easy. That's the way it's always been. Until one starry, blood moonlit night changes everything we thought we had ever known. When what started as a birthday toast quickly turns into a chance to get the idea of each other out of our system, it's clear that nothing good could come from it... Even if the feeling is nothing but good. Before we know it we find ourselves fastened together like a stitch of thread on a vintage shirt, holding on for the crude interruption to our well thought out lies. There's just one thing about lies though, little by little they show their truth. The rules are simple -don't date your best friends brother. But unfortunately... The stolen stares and the secrets take over everything, making it impossible to think about anyone else. I think there's been a glitch, one I would ruin myself for. A million little times.