Harry was Mia's ex dominant. Now, he's back in her life 6 months later. Here are some side tales of the duo both during their relationship and after.

Lynn Mercury is your daring, feminist idealist who only wants to get into the Portland Thorns. So when the chance arises to ditch her home city for the opportunity to go pro, leaving behind her UCLA soccer team and her persuasive ex-fling, Lynn takes off to London and quickly falls into routine with seventeen boys, a sexually active roommate, and a Coach that could easily make David Beckham feel insecure. Niall Horan is your savvy, Casanova realist who only wants to get away from his family lifestyle. He's golden, captain of the team, the star player... until two X chromosomes take his limelight, leaving him feeling vexed and confused. He knows what it means to go for the win, but when feelings get in the way, the stakes get too high. Niall chooses to deal with it the only way he knows how - scientifically. The line between love and hate had never been thinner. Start/End date: January 2016 - June 2017 The Fanfiction Awards 2017 Winner

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

Harry has a bad reputation that precedes him, Y/N just wants to get good grades and stay out of trouble. Somehow they end up sharing a flat. #1 in tumblr (from March 1, 2021)

Best friends, Niall Horan and Kyra Harrier, decided to take their friendship to the next level: boyfriend and girlfriend. It seemed like the best thing to do since they're both known for their failed relationships. Besides, they knew each other better than they knew themselves, knew what they're getting themselves into when they decided to be more than friends, so there's no reason for this brilliant idea of theirs to not work. But then again, maybe they shouldn't have kept their relationship a secret.

COMPLETED // Updated periodically with post-story drabbles. WARNING: This story will contain issues pertaining to a difficult pregnancy. Please read with caution! At 24, Gia Malhotra is absolutely sure of two things in her life: she will never live up to her mother's overbearing expectations and she is damn good at her job. Being one of the best event planners in Hollywood is who she is and because of that, Gia doesn't take risks. Ever. Until one particularly nasty fight with her parents and a bottle and a half of champagne later, she ends up sleeping with a guest at her latest event - who just so happens to be, yes, the Niall Horan. Gia never expects to see Niall again, until her best friend looks at her nervously over a positive pregnancy test two months later in her bathroom. A story about an unexpected pregnancy, what it means to be a mother and a daughter, and the understanding that expectations are almost never meant.

For the first time ever, Harry Styles is in love. When he brings his girlfriend home, she finds herself dangerously attracted to Niall, Harry's best friend. Could they find a way to make this threesome work?

"Tell me," he whispered lightly stroking my back. "Please don't marry her..." my words barely audible. He pulls me away from his embrace so he could look at me directly in the eyes, "What?" There was another pause before I said the words I've needed to say. "I love you." And with those three words, both our worlds came crashing down. 11/28/17: #270 in fanfiction Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy x. -s © 2024, narrygoals Sage Helene. All rights reserved. This work contains material protected under international and federal copyright laws and treaties. Any authorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

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!

COMPLETED // Updated periodically with post-story drabbles. WARNING: This story will contain a brief singular mention of physical abuse, ptsd, heavy alcohol consumption, blackmail, smut, and the death of a parent. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Styles is 26 and wants more than anything to be left alone to get over his broken heart. Ishika Arora is 22, Bollywood's sweetheart, and has quite the reputation. She's lived her entire life at the whim of her father's wrath. One drunken mistake and one forced decision brings these two together - 6 months of manufactured chemistry in India, England, and the US to prove they're the real deal. A fake dating OU about media perception, what sacrifices it takes to be a star, family (or the lack thereof), and a boy who takes care of a girl like nobody else ever has.