This is a Harry Styles fanfiction where he is a normal British boy who recently moved to northern California. An accidental bump in the hallway with Elizabeth Silverstone will cause their relationship to grow after they see each other at a high school party...
"But Harry, we aren't even alike. We come from two different worlds. I'm a nerd: Mathematics, biology, physics. You're a jock: Football, hockey, basketball! You and I, it's like trying to divide by zero, impossible! Like, t-trying to find the end to pi, impossible! I-If someone finds out about us-"
"Elizabeth, they won't. Trust me."
"I-I don't know, Harry. It's pretty risky."
"Do you trust me?"
"...Yes. Yes I do."
[a harry styles fanfiction] - werewolf!harry
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The man put every other man she'd ever known to shame. None of them even came close to comparing to her husband. And from the soft expression on her face, he could tell she was thinking that he was being sweet again.
He sighed, but she just kissed him on the lips. "You're so--"
"Ferocious. Protective. Smart." He interrupted on purpose.
"All that." She grinned. "But you're also sweet, handsome, sexy--"
His loud groan cut her off. "Don't go around describing me as 'sweet'. No one--with the exception of my mother--thinks I'm sweet."
"I do." She assured him. And he truly was the sweetest Alpha male in the world. He was her sweet Alpha.
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[not my original story]