I don't think you ever really know who you are, until you lose who you are. You don't know pain until the person you would give your life for plucks the pin off of the grenade, leaving you standing alone in an open battlefield. You don't know love until the source of your happiness leaves you weak and withering in agony. He loved me. He loved me so much that he forgot to hate himself. He was so busy putting me before everyone else that he didn't notice the storm inside of him start to break, allowing the few rays of light to shine through. He brought me back to life. He was the rain that nourished me and masked my heart in green once again. He promised me he would get better and he did, God, did he get better. And then, something inside him shifted; not only did it change him, but it affected me as well. He took every ounce of passion and respect I had for myself and crushed it under his boot. He hit me right where I was weak, and I don't think I've ever felt pain like that before. He damaged the person I once was, changed and manipulated me into the person I am now, and wrecked the person I was supposed to be. But all the pain, the tears, and the lies... I would do it all over just to feel his love again. ~~~~~ -RANKED #1 IN FANFICTION- •cover by @bitchyzayn • "I think this needs published... NOW. I know good writing when I see it. You have some incredible talent." -lettertoharry "IM SCREAMING OMG I LOVE THIS STORY" -annamaray "I just wanted to tell you that I am so in love with this book! I have no clue how it isn't more popular, because I am addicted to it. Love the characters, humor, and intensity of it. Such a thrill-read. You're a wonderful author." -AmantLivre "I REALLY LOVE THIS STORY OK" -babygirl-- "This book is really interesting and well-written, it also has a lot of plots and things I haven't seen in other books. I'm lovin it" -sunsetharrold

'You know, Ivy,' his voice was low, making sure only I could hear him. 'If you find yourself being unhappy,' Harry reached for the inside of his jacket before slipping a card toward me. 'You know where to find me.' At the age of twenty-nine, Ivy Mitchells appears to be living a perfect life in California. She owns a beautiful home, runs a successful marketing company, and is married to her handsome high-school sweetheart, Jace Davis. Yet, beneath the surface, Jace's deception has robbed Ivy of her happiness after saying 'I do'. Amidst her struggles to repair what's broken in her relationship, Ivy crosses paths with the distinguished Harry Styles at a fundraiser. Not only is he extremely handsome but he's also trapped in an unhappy marriage. From that moment on, Ivy finds herself drawn to him in ways she never imagined. His presence exhilarates her to the core, and she can't keep him off her mind. Neither can Harry forget about her. Before Ivy knows it, they are faced with choices that could shatter their carefully constructed worlds. Can they see each other again? Can they promise no one gets hurt? Can they risk everything they've built? Can Harry and Ivy cheat by the rules? © All Rights Reserved - @butterflytattoo Ranking achievements: #1 - adultfiction #1 - harrystyles #2 - Styles

A workout is supposed to cleanse your mind and wash away the negativity from your job listening to other people's issues all day. But when one Harry Styles starts popping into the same gym at the same time, you struggle to stay focused on the workout, especially when he barricades himself in the steam room - with you. The whole encounter is...dare you say it? Steamy. How does one return to a normal life after experiencing the wonder that is Harry Styles? You're going to try.

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