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All the smut chapters from popular Harry Styles fan fictions. (TW for my rants) Have fun and Enjoy my last bit of sanity xx

4th January 2017: 268 in Adventure 'Sometimes the words we speak, aren't what we feel' •••• "Your future wife, Alexander" he said with the most serious face ever. "I wasn't ready for this" "Are you serious?" The king folded his arms and looked straight into his son's eyes, "What's wrong with marrying Tika?" As he said that two maids standing right at the door, both smiling at Alexander but also eavesdropping on the conversation. "Father, you can't force a girl to marry me" as he said that both maids standing at the door had frowns spreaded across their faces, if you look directly at their eyes, you can see that they are heartbroken. "But she loves you" he started "and I know when you meet her, you will love her" One maid turned around realising one tear stream down her face, the other was still shocked yet upset because of the news. "I don't know, father" he responded turning his attention back to his father. The king said eight words, that everyone even Alexander was sure that he was wrong about. "Its not like anyone will break a heart"

Its love triangle, royal mess, you'll have to find out... hehe, no smut-sorry.

A Regency Romantic Comedy "He's a marquess with no grace. She's a maid with no patience. Together, they're society's worst scandal-and its greatest love story." He survived the war with his title intact, his cravat crooked, and absolutely no idea how to function in normal society. Now that he's home, the once-dashing (and accidentally heroic) Marquess of Windmere is a walking catastrophe-spilling tea, forgetting names, and setting fire to social decorum at every turn. The only thing standing between him and complete ruin? His maid. Catrina Bellamy is sharp-tongued, unshakable, and definitely not impressed by her employer's noble title or inability to hold a teacup. Secretly, she's been in love with him for years. Publicly, she calls him "Your Disastership" under her breath and threatens him with a mop. But when a scandal brews, a kiss almost happens (twice), and society demands the Marquess marry anyone but her, things begin to spiral into one gloriously chaotic, heart-squeezing mess. Will he trip over his own feelings before he can propose properly? Will she ever admit her heart's been his since she was ten? And how many household objects will they destroy before they finally kiss? A slow-burn, laugh-out-loud, enemies-to-lovers-but-also-servant-to-disaster-romance that proves love doesn't require elegance-just a little honesty, a lot of heart, and maybe a goat in pearls.