It was just a contract. A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around. Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite. And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care. He didn't ask for company. I didn't ask for complications. But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted. And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud. They said don't fall for your boss. They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.

She wasn't looking for him. He wasn't supposed to stay. But Lotte, the sharp-eyed café owner with a soft heart and no need for English, knew better. In a quiet Berlin café filled with secondhand furniture, old vinyl records, and Lotte's unbeatable cherry cake, Emi lives a life of stillness-small, steady, safe. Then Harry Styles walks in, quiet and unshaven, trying to disappear. What starts with shared glances and mismatched mugs becomes routines, soup bowls, and late-night confessions. Emi pretends not to know who he is. Harry pretends he's not falling. And Lotte? She sees everything-and starts nudging them together with cake, eye-rolls, and more than a little mischief. But secrets don't stay quiet forever. When the world comes calling and Harry's love songs start sounding a little too familiar, Emi has to choose: stay hidden in her quiet corners-or finally risk being seen. A slow-burn, aching love story about intimacy, anonymity, and the grandmotherly matchmaker who always knew best. --- Warning : It's very slow and very long!

When an anonymous threat attacks two rival spy organizations, Nicole Calvitto agrees to become the center of a faux alliance in order to combat the looming peril. Her job was simple: marry her organization's opposing heir, work together to solve the mysterious string of deaths, and in the meantime uncover any secrets her not-so-beloved new husband, Harry Styles, and his intellectual arrogance kept hidden. Unveiled is a fanfiction about spies, secrets, and a man who thinks he knows everything.

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 ] Neither of them knew one night could change everything. ✼ ✼ ✼ For mature audiences only. Story contains sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! COPYRIGHT © 2015, stylescloud All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal my story!

This is the story of Harry and Rose - two souls learning how to bloom together in the light and shadow of fame. Between quiet mornings and stolen glances, whispered songs and tabloid storms, they find themselves growing - tangled but tender - in a garden that isn't always kind to love. It's not just about falling in love, but learning how to keep it alive when everyone wants to see it wilt. A story about music, privacy, and the courage it takes to keep something beautiful alive under constant sun.

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

18+ / Very Mature The coming-of-age story of Harry and Riley who have known each other for years, but never actually knew each other. They've spent countless nights at the same parties, shared a few drinks and glances, they're even on track to graduate top of their class. What happens when out of nowhere they start to connect? Like an invisible string pulls them together, so they can experience life and love and heartbreak. Riley and Harry learn a lot about themselves, and ultimately have to choose what's best for their future no matter how difficult that can be. But does love find a way? After all this time?

Carrington is a normal girl who just graduated from university, has a passion for dancing and, well, eating. Harry is a normal guy who always thought would end up being a lawyer, but his life took a different path and, well, he became a successful model. When their best friends end up tying the knot, Carrington and Harry also end up forming a bond between themselves they haven't had in their lives before. Whether that bond builds and grows stronger or ends up shattering into pieces is a secret which you will have to find out. And, well, that's their mission as well. • • • Started: 29th June 2017 Finished: 30th May 2019 Wedding Buddies. © hesasnowflake