Historias de Boyfriendharry

Harry's been alone for so long. This future world where he is one of the odd one out leads him to being in a world of isolation, until she stumbles upon his hiding place.

After a year apart, through quarantine and throw away lovers, Harry finds her on the dance floor of The Nice Guy, beautiful as ever - and in need of a ride home. With less than 24 hours before she's back on a plane to NYC, Harry has to think on his feet to get his girl back where she belongs. An exes to lovers fic.

We met in a coffee shop and just... clicked. Portland is known for it's cloudy skies, for Powell's books, and Voodoo donuts. Portland is weird, but then again so is Arabella. There are strange little coffee shops owned by strange little old women. Weird little streets and odd old buildings. In Arabella's opinion there are scary old bridges and trolley cars everywhere. Portland is the city of trees, you can find them anywhere you look. It's the city of Doc Marten and Birkenstock wearers (far before it was cool), of craft beer, and kombucha. Arabella's favorite thing about Portland though, is one of those strange little coffee shops, because that's where she met the love of her life, and if you were to ask him, he'd say she saved him. *** !Mature content ahead! 18+ !Also very cute content ahead! Anyways I'll shut up enjoy! - clara xx

greek life, but in reality.

they lived across the street from each other she was a mystery he wanted to know her (lowercase intended)

A collection of stories about your life with the lovely Mr. Harry Styles.

Harry needed to get out of California. Arin Elliott, the barista in the Columbia Records office in New York City already did that. They both desperately need a new friend, and they both want a happy ending; although neither of them know what that looks like. Saturday's are full of hope and they come at least once a week.

"(baby, you're cinema!)" short scenes & blurbs in 2nd person with you and harry styles. © rach [rachdotv] on wattpad