Harrystylessex Stories

DISCONTINUED When international pop star Y/N accidentally has a private journal entry leaked - one that confesses her long-buried feelings for Harry Styles - the world spirals into speculation. But the truth is more complicated than the headlines. Beneath the spotlight, behind stage doors, and under layers of denial, something has always been unfinished between them. Told in stolen lyrics, tour diaries, voicemails never sent, and moments too raw for Instagram. What happens when two people try to love each other in the wrong order - and what does it take to try again, this time without fear? There are no grand declarations. No perfect timing. Just a messy, aching, real love - the kind you fight for. The kind you whisper when it's finally safe.

Alicia meets harry through a friend. For the first time in her life she is left speechless. Her dangerous career working for the cia may not allow her to form a relationship. Will alicia be able to resist, will harry be able to resist? After all, the danger of Alicias career could put harry in immense danger. But then again, love is lethal. Warning!!!!! does contain smut!!! at points it will, and there will be graphic violent scenes.

Emma Watson was the daughter of a billioner businessman. She was the most popular girl in the highschool. Harry was her new maths teacher. He thought she must be like other popular girls in highschool. Who are sluts, spoiled bratty bitches. But when he got to know more about her, his thoughts changed about her. They both respected each other. Harry gets determined to show her the world. How beautiful everything in the world is. Let's know how they fall for each other without knowing. What is going to happen. An - Guys this story is totally different from all Harry Styles teacher fanfic. I've read almost all of them and know this one is not like others. Please give this a try.

Danielle had been OD's hugest fan since like, forever! Now she was starting to have her doubts ...

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲..𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 *slightly inspired by 'call me by your name'!* *lowercase intended* still writing IN NO WAY AM I TRYING TO ROMANTICIZE AGE GAPS SUCH AS THE ONE IN THIS BOOK

Everything changed when she met him.

word count: 26k (i have no self-control oop) content: a ton of domestic banter, a huge amount of fluff, two (2) make out sessions, demon!h putting that tongue piercing to good use, a load of filthy ass smut, him looking hot while doing some spells, and some dogs of course preview: Y/N's attitude is one of timid guilt. "Isn't that tapestry a sacred antique? Wouldn't it be wrong to...y'know...?" Harry belts out a disbelieving laugh. "Since when do you care about defiling satanic artifacts? Thought you'd be all for it." She scowls. "Won't Lucifer find out?" Her boyfriend rolls his eyes haphazardly, waving a hand weakly for emphasis before using it to push his disheveled curls away from his forehead. "I highly doubt it." "I feel like he has a way of knowing everything, H." "He does, most times. But," he holds up his pinky symbolically, wiggling it around with a shit-eating grin curving his cupid's bow, sing-songing. "I won't tell if you won't." The raunchiness of it all is appealing to her urge to be rebellious- an urge he had instilled in her over the months they'd known one another. She reiterates her previous point, trying to convince herself more than anyone because it really is so unbelievably tempting. "It's a risk, and it's wrong." Harry fits her chin between his thumb and forefinger, ghosting his mouth over hers and blinking slowly, establishing a seductive hold. His whisper is warm and raspy, almost as if he's trying to keep their shadows from eavesdropping. "That's what makes it so fucking hot." Y/N follows his lips, aiming to draw him into a kiss, but he pulls back, brows kinking in a mocking fashion. The action silently communicates its intended message: If you want a kiss, you have to give in to me. or demon!harry wants to introduce angel!y/n to his hellhounds but an extremely sinful offer ends up postponing the summoning ritual

AU: ZARRY FICTION A suburban tragedy. Where money and clothes make a huge statement and a spark of infatuation could tick a bomb. Both Zayn and Harry are married... to women. But their tiny crush they inhabit on each other just might break them out of this neighborhood prison.

During a regular night at a club, Frances meet a very secretive guy, Harry. As they fall in love, their past comes back to haunt them and they both go on the run. As they run they have to overcome heartbreak, fear of finding oneself, and bearing the truth of Harry's past. -- "Frances come back here." He whispered ever so quietly, it scared me to turn around. I continued to walk away from him, knees trembling and all. Even in the summer, Colorado was cold. "I know you'll come back anyways." I could practically hear the smirk in his slithery yet beautiful voice. It was my fault I trusted him. My mistake I believed everything. Oh god, how I just wanted to runaway from him and never see his gorgeous face again, but he was right. We both knew I would just find him again and kiss him senseless while falling in love with him all over again. So I stopped dead in my tracks. "Fine. You win." I sighed and turned around to look at him. The wind was blowing his hair in his face but he still looked graceful. He always won.

Before you read this, make sure you read Love at the Forum! Harry & Maggie's story continues with more twist and turns. The happy seems to quickly be over shadowed by stress and a PR relationship that never seems to end. Will they get their happy ending?

Penny Sanders is the journalist who had a lot to say about Harry Styles' first album. Harry Styles hates her. Or at least he thinks he does. But come to think of it, there's a very fine line between love and hate. An enemies-to-lovers story about music and unexpected love.

MATURE // H just released Lights Up and also made another surprise video just for you.

y/n and Harry smut

They taught each other new things; a Styles fanfic. © StylesFanfics 2014. I do not own Harry or any famous personalities here but I can assure you that the plot is mine. Don't steal or so help me God. Get a proper job, you dick.

The one man you want more than anything is the one man you can't have - your english professor. ⚠️ disclaimer ⚠️This isn't my story, i repeat THIS ISNT MY STORY. i got it from @styleslovebot on tumblr. just thought i'd share it cause i like it so much so yea enjoy.

Cammie Scott ends up in a all-boys summer school for a whole month because of a bet she lost with her friends. She didn't even think of it as a bad dare at the time. Communicating with cute boys every day for almost an entire month, what could possibly go wrong with that? Maybe the fact that she would have to act, look and even sound like a guy? Join Cammie in her adventurous summer experience, and find out how she manages to 'blend in'.

Miera's world is turned upside down when her first big motion picture audition comes around, bringing Harry Styles into her life. She now has to balance her old life and new, and figure out what it means to her now. Will she follow her logic, or her heart. WARNING: book will contain sexual content SNEAK PEEK: Harry's Perspective She came out thirty minutes later to the living room, she had one of my shirts on and what looked like a pair of my boxers. "Sorry, I felt hot after the shower." I laughed, "You're fine." She looked so beautiful, fresh faced. She hadn't washed her hair so it fell perfectly around her face. She walked over and sat next to me on the couch. "Thank you for everything tonight Harry. Picking me up, and hosting me here. Invading your space. It means a lot." "Of course. I would have done it for anyone." But would you have? I thought to myself. "I made the bed up for you, whenever you're ready to go to bed." "Thank you, I'm not sleepy, but I'll go in there and let you rest." She smiled and got up, turning back to face me quickly, "Night Harry." It took everything in me to not follow after her. I sunk into the couch, running my hands over my face. Oh Miera Lopez, what are you doing to me?