*female reader insert fic* You and Harry exist in the same friend group--and barely tolerate each other. Each night out is filled with snarky comments and arguments that go quickly from mumbled insults so full on fighting--even after he kisses you. An enemies to lovers fic filled with banter, fashion, sex, and major angst. *This was (and is) originally posted on Tumblr, by me, harrystylescherry (aka nat). I'm putting it on here so that it's easier to read as the parts are pretty long!* [there's been an influx of people adding this fic to "one shot/short story" reading lists and uh...yes this fic is only 7 parts but its about 150k words so its novel length lol it is not a short read i just wanted to let everyone know]

Baby, I call in the dead of night, but you don't need me like I need you.

You're the partner of an elite wealth management firm in New York City. What happens when one of your clients & close friends recommends you to Camila Cabello. Will it be a professional relationship or perhaps more?

Being alone and bullied all your life, you form an unlikely friendship with a short but witty green-eyed boy. What happens when the bond you share pushes you into an unknown world filled with love, friendship, and heartbreak? Will you let him and his loving mom fill in the gaps in your life? Or will you push them away and close your heart again? [can be read as both girl/you and male/you] [Now translated in Portuguese by @MineIs_Lauren] Highest Rank: #341 in Fanfiction (12/22/17)

"Lauren I'm pregnant." I looked at the green-eyed girl for any sign or reaction but I saw nothing. "You're a lesbian." "I get that..." ************************************** HIGHEST RANKING #1- laurenyou

I walk through the black curtain, squinting slightly because of the red light illuminating the stage. The rest of the room is dark and filled with smoke. I look around and see people watching the performance, not once taking their eyes off of center stage. I look up and see her, on stage, half-naked, in sexy laced lingerie. That's what everyone is looking at, who everyone is looking at.

Why do we put each other through hell? Why can't we just get over ourselves?

Baby, tell me when you're ready. I'm waiting.

give me a city to roam, and a hand to hold. Beers, indie rock songs, cheap motels and rebellious decisions inside the back of a dark green Volkswagen: You have lived years of your life with high spirits and tears and broken memories. With the agony of losing people dear to you, you decide to build a fortress around you heart, making sure nothing or no one gets to you. Your eyes flickered with curiosity over an unknown smile. Tears shed and bottles pop open evey night with CD's of AC/DC scattered across the car floor and a vintage camera hanging by a friend's car mirror, so drunk on light that your heart shows through. But there was her. A girl whose freedom was limited and willing to go to lengths as a truant. But after you cross paths at a super-market, things take a different direction. Chaos churns. Tables turn. Bridges burn. They live and learn. lauren/you

What if you had a week to fall in love with your soulmate? Here's the catch, if you don't fall in love with them within a week, you'll never see them ever again. The funny thing about finding your soulmate is that when you do find them, it feels like coming home. © Copyright 2016 © A/N : Please do not steal the idea of this fic or post it somewhere else without my consent. Thank you.