Wrong Number? Harry is an international superstar along with his band. Louis just and average boy who gets hired as a interviewer for Doncaster Hits Radio Station. Louis by mistake puts in a wrong diget and gets Harry's number Harry doesn't tell Louis who he is in worries that Louis would tell people his number, sell it online, etc. But.. Harry has to go to boring meetings and Louis is the one he decides to text What happens when Harry and Louis meet? Do they become friends? Or something more? Harry has been texting a stranger since the stranger first texted him thinking it was his friend. This pop star wants to make some new friends behind his managements back so when the man moves to London they meet up at one of his concerts and hang out as friends. What happens when Harry gets a girl friend? How will the stranger feel? Harry begins to ignore him and after a bit realizes what he has been doing. When they start hanging out again will Harry invite The stranger and his friend to join the band? and most importantly what will the fans think?

What if two famous people fall in love? Well that happens all the time. What if those two are both male? Then people start talking... a lot. This is how award winning singer Harry Styles and X Games winner Louis Tomlinson fell in love.

A story between Hazel Green, a photographer and Harry Styles, a famous singer. @harrystyles started following you [ SOCIAL MEDIA FIC ]

Georgie Lane is a film documentarist by day and secret songwriter by night. Harry Styles is a passionate and free man trying to navigate solo life. Georgie and Harry have scarred pasts yet are both hopeless romantics. Who knows what will happen when Georgie is handpicked by Harry to film his debut solo, self-titled album's documentary? Will the wounds from their past keep them from falling in love?

you meet harry in an unlikely way. you go from fan girl to performer? here's ur story :) lmao i told u guys in the first chapter it won't be that long of a story but look where we are 30 chapters later. wouldn't be surprised if this got to 50 or more

'The arena was huge. I mean, I knew this girl was famous, but this is as big as the stadiums I would play in during my One Direction days, and those were fucking enormous. I look out the window of the tented black vehicle I was in and see the hundreds of thousands of fans waiting outside, all dressed in skirts or dresses for the big event. "I told you Harry, this girl is huge." Frank speaks up from beside me, snapping me out of my stare. "I didn't have to come to one of her fucking shows to know that. I don't even know why I'm here." I mumble, rolling my eyes and looking out the window at the road that was moving fast beneath us. I didn't even want to be here, and if I am being honest I didn't even want to work with her. Yeah, her music is good and all, but she seems like fucking priss. I've watched a couple of her interviews, and she seems boring as hell. Sure, she's hot as fuck, but she does not seem like my type at all. "Because, you're going to be working with her for a while, Harry. Plus if this whole thing works out as planned, you're going to want to get to know her." He reminds me, winking.' ~~~~~~ It's hard to fall in love when the whole world is watching you. It's hard to stay in love when the whole world is watching you. What happens when two of the most famous singers in the world, Harry Styles and Olivia Thomson fall for each other? HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harry styles (12/29/20) #1 in fine line (11/18/20) #1 in niall horan (1/1/21) #1 in louis tomlinson (1/5/21) #1 in liam payne (1/20/21) #2 in one direction (1/23/21) TW: drug use/sexual assualt/minor sexual content

When Marnie met Harry Styles in a club in Soho the last thing she expected was to wind up pregnant with his child. After almost two years of remaining adamant that Harry musn't know about their daughter, what happens when she cracks and is thrown into the world of One Direction? Highest ranking: #4 in Fanfiction

COMPLETED!!! "We got the Confidentiality Agreememt in the mail a week before they moved in, Cora and I both signed of course, we crossed the T's, dotted the I's, the whole deal. It's our second time getting one of those bad boys in the mail since moving here to L.A. The neighborhood, not too shabby, I love it here, but there's never any big stars, last time the agreement was for Ashley Tisdale, though my childhood self would have died to know I would be living next door to THE Sharpay Evans, adult me didn't give two fucks. So I signed it, not really caring, knowing it will be the same as last time, just another star, wanting to live their life as normal as they can, if that's even possible, and I'm being forced into signing this agreement so they can live in a pretend world of nice neighbors and make believe for however long they decide to stay. I was wrong about this one though, upon signing this, I didn't know it would be him, Harry Styles moving in, just next door to me, the girl who hasn't stopped posting about One Direction since she started making YouTube videos." WARNING: there will be language and sexual content(:

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*