harry styles one shots what more can i say?

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

**** sequel to Note To Self. Paint my skin with yours, make me new. Make me beautiful, make me art. Make me whole. A runaway, some would say. New York City, big, noisy, and filled with so much opportunity one could get lost in it all. Harry finds himself sleeping in past noon in southern Manhattan when he escapes home in a desperate attempt to discover himself, and to get a true shot at love with a strawberry blonde that, sometimes, still wants nothing to do with him. In a sequel to Note To Self, Harry struggles to push himself into true adulthood after spending a lifetime never once being left to figure things out on his own. With sleepless nights from too much city light and noise, spending too much time indoors, he finds himself frozen in time when it becomes obvious he'd left home to pursue a future that doesn't exist in a big city. Pouring piping hot cups of espresso for tired NYU students and serving New York's most delicious blueberry muffins, he becomes complicit with merely existing alongside someone who, still, does not love him back, and eventually, even that isn't enough to make him feel whole. This is the story of how a stubborn, hotheaded green eyed girl learns to share, and how Harry learns it's okay to be selfish. "Maybe we'll grow, maybe we'll learn, and maybe it'll be okay, but it won't be home. Home is comfortable. We aren't here to be comfortable." Twitter // @hydratedharries Written: May 2019 - June 2020

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

There's three things you should know about Harry: 1. When we were in ninth grade his biggest aspiration in life was to start a punk ukulele band. 2. Once I made him a bracelet with plastic beads that didn't have a pattern in the slightest, and he wore it for years until the pink string holding it together couldn't take any more wear and tear. 3. He's been my neighbor for more than half my life, and that hasn't changed now that we're in college. There's three things you should know about me: 1. I'm banned from the putt putt golf course in my hometown... but that's actually Harry's fault. 2. I'm not a fan of math, but I'm good at it, which has turned into a constant battle in my head. 3. I'm not about to fall in love with my best friend. I'm not.

MATURE CONTENT - Harry and Tash have both been unlucky in love but will the ghosts from their past continue to haunt their future?

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 is an eighteen year old rich boy living in the rural mountainous forests of central Oregon with an anxiety problem and his entire future mapped out ahead of him. He lives to please, he lives to be the squeaky clean model child he was raised to be, though with constant pressure to be even better than his very best, he struggles to balance the heavy weight of life with his wavering mental health and self image. Harry is easily impressionable, and all he wants to chase after is a false idealism of perfection and a happily ever after. He finds that in the neighborhood pothead, and learns quickly that happiness doesn't always come in a picture perfect package, no matter how pretty strawberry blonde hair and green eyes can be. Happily ever after doesn't exist the same way they do in fairytales, they're a lot less magical and they're way more melodramatic and painful. Central Oregon isn't a kingdom far, far away. It's home, and life isn't perfect. Neither is she. Or, an AU where Harry's insecure and seeks validation from a pretty strawberry blonde who writes down her thoughts in blue ink. "You know, sitting at the lake I used to always pick at the clovers in the grass. They were always three leaf clovers, but I think if you pick enough they have just as much luck as the four leaf ones." Twitter// @hydratedharries Written: October 2015 - April 2019