Rosa Hayes never expected to bump into Niall Horan-literally. One moment, she was just another aspiring actress in London, auditioning for a role she never thought she'd get. The next, she was hiding backstage with one of the world's most famous musicians, caught in the middle of flashing cameras and frenzied fans. She grew up listening to One Direction, but she's not the type to fangirl-at least, not anymore. Niall notices that right away. She's different. She treats him like a normal person, and somehow, that makes her impossible to forget. Their paths keep crossing, and with each encounter, the chemistry between them grows stronger. But dating someone famous isn't easy. Between media pressure, jealous fans, long-distance struggles, and their own fears, love might not be enough to keep them together. When Rosa lands a life-changing role in Hollywood, her world shifts overnight. And just when she thinks she's figured things out, she finds herself living with the band, navigating chaos, pranks, and undeniable feelings. Falling in love wasn't part of the script. But maybe... the best things in life are unscripted.

Harry reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. The tender gesture was followed by his soft lips brushing against mine. "You alright, Angel?" I smiled sleepily, his familiar husky voice soothing the residual anxiety from my bad dream. Harry frowned. "Sasha?" "I'm alright." I shuffled closer to him under the duvet. "Do you ever wonder if things have been going too well? I'm scared we are getting too comfortable and -" "Baby, stop waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Everything is perfect." Harry spoke with such authority, as if because he said the words, they would be true. Maybe he truly believed it. But I knew better. Happiness didn't come without sacrifice or heartache and I wasn't waiting for something bad to happen - I was preparing for it because it was inevitable. I could only hope that unlike my nightmares, Harry and I would weather whatever storm blew our way. Sequel to Pure Feeling.

More Than a Melody is the story of Norah Poe, who is the daughter of a rock legend and his supermodel wife, and the sister of an electronic dance music hitmaker. Norah is a shy, studious girl, who doesn't strive to be in the limelight. But through her brother she meets Harry Styles and finds herself pulled into a world she never thought she'd be part of. Harry is charismatic, talented, and at ease in the spotlight, a stark contrast to Norah's quiet nature. Their worlds collide, and what begins as a simple friendship soon deepens into something more.

"Why the word Songbird?" "Um, let's see," I nervously chuckle as I think through my answer, "Someone I love deeply used to call me that. They told me that 'I am like a songbird. A beautiful creature who makes the most beautiful music,'" I sigh, as his words echoed in my head, "This person brought out the best in me... before they left me," I shrugged as I slipped one last piece of information, "They inspired this entire album. It's all about him." ***** What if literally running into someone meant love at first sight? Fallon Anderson, a daring and bold woman; a musician who's always looking for an adventure. To her luck, Fallon has constantly been running into Harry Styles. Harry Styles, equally as bold and daring as Fallon, who just so happens to take quite a liking to her. Join them on their crazy adventure as they experience love, friendship, and most importantly... betrayal. Ex-lovers, a tour, steamy hotels & songs written from the worst heartbreaks. It just keeps getting better from here. Songbird - a bird that utters a succession of musical tones, a female singer. ***** WARNING: contains mature content (explicit sexual content, strong language, and/or other mature themes) REUPLOAD; 16/04/2021 ***** Highest Rankings: #1 hsfanfic - 30/04/2021 #1 harrystylesfanfic - 30/04/2021 #1 harrystylesfanfiction - 30/04/2021

I fall in love easily. I fall in love everywhere - on the tube, in interviews, stopped at a red light, during concerts, while I'm working and while I'm relaxing. It's a sensation that comes over me very easily. I almost never fall in love with looks, although I used to do that quite a lot when I was younger. I reckon it was the teenage rockstar stereotype that led me to such behaviours... I was it - young, popular, cool, attractive and everybody wanted to meet me and be around me. I'd escaped that self-prejudicial mindset, though, and I started falling in love with beings. When I first met Essie, I hadn't even seen her face and I'd already managed to fall a little in love with her. She stood in the middle of that huge set, fixing umbrella lights and dancing along to Bowie. I noticed her entire body moving subtly, along with the rhythm of 'Rebel Rebel', even her blonde curls boobed along as he sang. As the shoot moved along, I fell for her mannerisms, her way of being which was so bohemian but so stiff and firm at the same time. She released such small bits of information out into the universe that it was often hard to catch them.

Not believing a word coming out of her mouth, green eyes narrowed and a smirk came back tenfold, forcing her to drown in him, "Doubt it. Something tells me he's not your type." So unlike her, Amelia didn't have an answer yet to that comment that, with that face, certainly had a double meaning. She went for the obvious route, tempting the fire that was forming in her lower belly. "Then what is my type?" Amelia asked. "Me." --- Amelia Evans, the failing comedian with a touch of sass, finds herself dragged along to a party in Paris that just screams chaotic energy. Harry, the famous solo artist known for his graceful charm and typical social media blackouts, can't help but find Amelia's stubbornness... just Amelia. But everything changes when she starts to work for him and a secret is not so secret anymore in a business-led by men. #MeToo

Florence Taylor has never been out of London. She's never been in love. She's never made an album. She's never been world famous. Not until a beloved rock star walks into the bar she works at, tells her he's a huge fan of hers, and asks if she'll be the pianist for his band. Before she was just trying to survive, but a month in LA with new people, a new world, changes everything. ~Hi, this is smutty and cute and will have a happy ending, so if you're expecting dark!harry, this isn't the story for you!!~

"I am nothing special. I am a girl with a dream conflicted by the battles in her head and the ones in front of her. But he made me feel more than I was. And selfishly, I let him." Frankie Doyle is a determined and passionate 22-year-old race engineer on her younger brother's race team. She grew up on the racetrack and has a dream to enter and succeed in the male dominated sport. Harry Styles is a slightly arrogant, yet talented race car driver who tends to get what he wants. Harry has the ability to create or destroy Frankie's racing dreams. Will Frankie choose her family or herself? Will she follow her head or her heart?

COMPLETED // Sanjana Kashyap is an Olympic level figure skater. Or, she used to be, before an almost career-ending injury at the U.S. Championship the year before. Now she's clawing her way back through physical therapy, trying to find a new partner for pairs skating, and focused on never trusting anyone but herself ever again. Niall Horan is doing anything and everything to distract himself from his disastrous previous relationship. Recording, vacationing, participating in charity soccer games despite his shitty knees. He'll do whatever he can to forget her. A chance meeting between the two during physical therapy leads to a realization - the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. That is until feelings get involved. A fwb story about heartbreak, rebounds, dodgy knees, following your passion, and weathering the storm.

"You deserved so much more, Noelle"he softly said making her look up from the croissant. "Thank you,"she smiled before she finished her croissant and look back up at Harry again who is still looking at her. "And you deserve the whole world Harry Styles" - "My Noelle" Noelle just looked at him for a moment processing his words in her sleepy mind before smiling softly. "My Harry"she said making Harry tighten his grip on her waist. "Always"Harry stared deep in her grey eyes before pressing his lips to hers for a good morning kiss.