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.

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] [TW: Mentions of drug abuse and self-harm] "When I met her, I told myself 'no feelings'. But I guess you know by now that that's never how feelings work." As a 24-year-old working with underage drug addicts in a rehab facility, Violet Rae is less than impressed when her best friend introduces her to Harry Styles, a top tier member in a notorious drug gang in London who has a heavy coke addiction. Harry seems to have taken an unlikely interest in Violet that nobody, including her, him or his friends seem to understand. The two are an unconventional match and before realizing it, Violet is sucked into a dangerous life that goes against anything she believes in. Can two people who have gone through so much trauma and have so many - literal - scars ever really have a happy ending? [Preview] "It's pathetic, I know. I just feel... so much when you're around me. I can't get enough." His voice died down in a whisper before he flicked his eyes up to stare into mine intently. The green in them instantly took my breath away as I got lost and he gulped audibly. "And I don't just like you, Violet. I love you, I really do." My heart stopped beating for a second before it started thrashing violently in my chest. "Harry..." I sighed as I shook my head, but he cut me off. "No, I know you think it's bullshit and that it's too soon and that I'm lying or that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I do." He spilled. "There's so much you don't know about me." I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from his to focus on the pendant that was laying on the mattress. "I don't care." He whispered back and I shook my head. "I... I can't say it back." "I know." I bit my lip at the intensity of this conversation, and I wondered how long it would take Harry to find out he didn't actually love me at all. ** Started: May 2021 ** Finished: November 2021

"Every sky was your own kind of blue." Harry Styles has it all. He's on top of the world his senior year. Starting pitcher on his university's baseball team, decent grades, and he's still friends with Violet after thirteen years. Only problem? His grades are slipping and now he's deemed campus' favorite player. How can he fix that when the only thing he's devoted to is baseball? Well, that's until he falls in love with his best friend. •MATURE CONTENT•

The 1980's movie scene. Filmstar Harry Styles is casted in what is rumoured to be the next biggest film. Harry is due to play opposite actress Penelope Atwood in the romance film set in the 60's. What could go so wrong? WARNINGS IN THE INTRODUCTION.

"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter

It's Louis' senior year, and he's dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he's also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies "with benefits" was not exactly the plan. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren't friends, and football is everything. Hello! This story is not mine!! It's by isthatyoularry on ao3. Also this story was taken down for lord knows what reason but I'll upload it again, I got a lot of messages asking what happened but I have no idea either. Also, I will be uploading the harry's pov to this book as well. Happy reading :)

How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. ------ Harry's POV of Unbelievers disclaimer: this is not by work, the work is by @isthatyoularry on ao3! ⚠️ ALL CREDITS GO TO ISTHATYOULARRY!!! ⚠️ please check out all of their works and support them by reading their fics on ao3!! Best ranking #2 on Bloodsport #2 on Unbelievers

Adeline Hart and Alexander Harrington couldn't be any more opposite from each other. She seeks a soul consuming love and he seeks a thrill in life that keeps him moving around. Both are slapped with the reality of their bad habits. When Adeline's best friend calls her out on the way she throws her heart out to any man she deems suitable, Addie suddenly doesn't want to be that girl. She vows to wait for the love she seeks. Taking a break from men, in the romantic sense anyway. Addie wants to focus on her career, on herself, on her sisters wedding and definitely NOT on her sisters best friend with the pretty smile. When Alexander's best friend calls him out on his commitment issues, he discovers that he might actually like someone. Sure, she's his best friends sister but he actually likes this girl. Xander wants to try. He can commit to something, right? When he imagines what it might be like to be with Adeline, he can't really imagine anyone else. He wants to try. He wants her. He just might be too late.

defiant, rebellious, outspoken and witty, Sofia has never been one to follow rules. Her incessant need to prove people wrong, misbehave and have a damn good time has landed her in a whole load of trouble. Moving from her small town to New York for college is supposed to be a fresh start for her but when her overprotective big brother assigns his best friend to spy on her, limits are tested. Harry owns the bar Sofia illegally frequents. When she starts bringing dates inside those four walls, Harry finds any way he can to sabotage his best friend's little sister's love life. - - - - "Fia, we can't..." I breathe against him, getting high off adrenaline. "Why not?" Harry sighs, rolling his head against mine. "Luca would kill me." I nod, pressing another wet kiss to the base of his neck. "So let him kill you after you fuck me senseless."

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.