On a blustery November weekend in 2012, Harry Styles visited the seaside village of Janesport, where he met young Alex Griffin working in her parents' general store. Over a decade later he has returned, to recover from two grueling years of Love on Tour and crushing heartbreak. When he walks back into the store he comes face to face with Alex again. No longer a teenage fan, she now owns the store and is the parent of six year old Bean. As fall turns to winter, Harry and Alex grow closer, but what changes will come with the spring and the end of his stay?

Quinn Roberts' life isn't perfect but it's pretty damn close. She's living her dream as an SNL intern, only to be swept off her feet by Harry Styles. As the years pass by and Quinn and Harry experience ups and downs - together and apart - they can always count on the halls of Studio 8H to bring them back together.

Harry and Hannah have been through hell and back, proving that they can survive just about anything as long as they have each other. It appears they are about to get the happy ending that they so rightfully earned, when a devastating tragedy turns their world upside down. Will the darkness of the past continue to haunt them? Or will a new darkness thrust upon them be the one thing they can't survive? Find out in the sequel to Saving Styles. *Absolutely no translations or reposting. NO EXCEPTIONS.*

Sometimes in life we stumble upon someone by accident who opens up an entirely different world that we never knew could exist. They change us, make us better and ensure that no matter what happens we can never go back to being the same person we were before them. They set your heart on fire and make you feel like the cracks in your soul were somehow made for them to fill, as if they are a part of you that you never realized was missing. Can love really heal all? Or will they both be destroyed by the things that broke them in the first place? Harry and Hannah are in for the fight of their lives, the ultimate battle between a broken heart and a dark past. "You once asked me who saves me and I didn't have an answer. Well, I did, but I was too chicken shit to say it. It's you. You save me. You are my light. When I look into your eyes, it's like it shines on the darkest parts of my soul and I suddenly feel like maybe things aren't so bad, like maybe I deserve better. But sometimes when I look at you, I see that same darkness dimming your light, like I do the opposite to you that you do to me. Out all of the shitty things I've done in my life, I hate myself for that the most." ***Absolutely NO translating or reposting of this story. NO EXCEPTIONS.

After six long years of constant touring and working as one of the world's biggest pop stars, trying his hand at acting and about to embark on a new solo career, Harry finds himself needing a time out. All eyes have been on him since he was sixteen years old and it's become hard to figure out who he's become, who he really is versus who everyone perceives him to be. Taking the time to be alone in a small town surrounded by nature and his own thoughts, he wants to feel the freedom and normalcy he so desperately craves. He shifts from a global superstar living the life of a celebrity to a simple small town life full of a different kind of adventure. Having experienced two completely opposite sides of life, he struggles to find a balance between the two and make some tough decisions about who he is and what he truly wants. Will he be able to go back once he figures out what really matters to him? Or can he find a balance between both? Follow the summer adventures of Harry and Hailey as he tries to go back to basics, discovering that maybe solitude wasn't what he needed. *Absolutely no reposting or translating of this story. NO EXCEPTIONS.*

Remnant /ˈrɛmnənt/ a part or quantity that is left after the greater part has been used, removed, or destroyed. When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime. Remnant. A story on grief and loss.

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] In which an escort agrees to be the third in a marriage that's hanging by a thread. You know our love would be tragic So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind. We live with no lies, you're my favourite kind of night.