You will do anything for me. - Faye - Wattpad

You will do anything for me.

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harrystyles onedirection

"Sing something for me, Brookie." little Harry says. 

I shoot my head up from the ground at Harry. "What?" 

"Sing something, I've never heard you sing before." he says, tilting his head to the side.

He's wearing a white T-shirt with a picture of a football on, blue shorts and football boots. He looks adorable.

"But I can't sing..." I say quietly, looking down at my little pink jelly sandals.

"Of course you can, everyone can sing!" he says, tugging on my dress.

"Not me," I say, shaking my head.

Harry scoots closer to me and lifts up my chin with his finger.

"Please? For me?" he says, his eminent green eyes gaze deeply into mine and I really can't refuse.

I take a deep breath before looking out at the lake and singing my favourite song in the world.


10 years later, 16 year old dimpled cheek and curly haired Harry
and pretty, witty 15 year old Brooklyn are anything but prepared for the future ahead of them.

They've been best friends for longer than they can remember. 
Throughout their ups and downs, smiles and frowns, nothing and no one
can ruin their friendship.

But what happens when Harry discovers Brooklyn's biggest secret,
Brooklyn is forced to give up her dream to rush into hospital and Harry may just be the only chance she has?

Will Harry really do anything to make Brooklyn happy once again?


You will do anything for me.
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17BLACK // Larry Stylinson by bottomhoe

"Get lost, pig. I have you know, I'm an aspiring model and I have no time for frat boys like you." "I-I'm not a frat. I'm H-Harry by t-the way." Louis only looked at him with an unamused face, raising his hand to his lips, taking a drag from his cigar. Harry was silent for a while before an idea popped in his head. "My- my band." The curly haired boy said. "My band is looking for a model." "Oh yeah? You can sing?" Louis said, blowing out the smoke from his cigar. "Y-Yeah." "Sing me a song then." Harry's eyes widened. "U-uhm, I dont have-" "C'mon. Sing." Louis pushed on. Harry gulped, nodding. "Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall you were looking out of place. Gathered up your things and slipped away. No time at all I followed you into the hall. Cigarette daydreams. You were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak. Nearly brought me to my knees." Harry sang, trying to hit the right notes in the right places. He thought he did alright. Louis smirked, biting the end of his cigar to hold it between his teeth as he neared to a nervous Harry. "Who's your manager?" "The b-blonde boy with t-the bike." Harry pointed behind him. Harry lied but he hoped Louis didn't notice that. Louis turned his attention to the boy waving at him from across the street. He nodded, looking back to Harry. "Here's my number." Louis picked out a pen from the pocket of his jean jacket and grabbed Harry's hand, starting to write his digits on Harry's palm. "Call me." He walked back to his house, winking at Harry. Harry grinned at him, blushing and turned around to his blonde, irish friend, running to him saying, "We need to make a band." ________________________________________ Inspired by the movie, Sing Street.

18 Going On 30 || h.s. au by hotgirlharry

They've known each other since they were eleven, inseparable best friends for as long as they can remember, but long distance and spotty behavior causes them to lose touch after graduation. When Maddie and Harry run into each other again ten years later, what happens when feelings that were pushed away begin to resurface? EXCERPT: "How about this..." He suddenly gets an idea, a bold one, but he can't help but share it. "If neither of us are married by thirty, let's get married." Obviously, she'll be married by thirty. She's perfect, and any man who's as dense as a rock could see it. Surely, someone will sweep her off her feet and put a ring on her finger in the next twelve years, it's inevitable with the type of person she is. Deep down he wants it to be him, but he wouldn't dare make a move that could ruin the strongest friendship he's had his entire life. Maddie finds herself smiling at Harry's idea, she loves it. It won't happen though, because some girl in the future is bound to fall in love with Harry and his kind heart, and he'll be head over heels for her too. It's inevitable that someone will fall in love with his dimpled smile and caring soul, and even though Maddie already has, she wouldn't dare make a move that could ruin the strongest friendship she's had her entire life. The age of thirty is twelve years away for them, it's too obvious that nothing will come from this harmless bet. "Deal." "Really?" Harry raises his eyebrows, amused at her response. "Really." They shake hands just as the song comes to an end and another one begins. But Harry doesn't let go of Lainey's hand, instead he catches her off guard by spinning her under his arm and dipping her. "You better not fall in love then." STARTED MARCH 2021 COMPLETED OCTOBER 2021 *NOT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH THE REAL HARRY STYLES OR HIS CAREER*

Red Volkswagen || h.s. by hotgirlharry

Westlake, South Carolina. Home to Brooklyn Callahan, the best latte maker on the east coast. Or so her mom tells her. She's lived in the mundane town with two stop lights her whole life, never needing more than the beach, her record player, and three coffees a day to counteract her terrible sleep schedule. Nothing interesting has ever happened to her and nothing ever will...that is, until one of the most famous, brown haired, green eyed nineteen year olds in the world waltzes into her work near closing and orders a black coffee. The ten minute exchange doesn't go very far, but with the whole summer ahead of him, Harry is determined to learn more about the first person he's met in a long time that didn't know his name. Brooklyn has only known quiet, and Harry has only known commotion. What happens when they show each other the sides of life they've been missing, overcome trials, and experience heartbreak, all while learning what love is in the process? EXCERPT: "I'm Harry." He says, and I only furrow my brow deeper. "Brooklyn." I say, even though I told him last night. "And I'm confused." "About what?" "You." "Already? We barely know each other yet." "Yet?" "I said I had the summer off." "...Congrats?" He laughs. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to make the most of it in your little town you call Westlake." Now I laugh. Hard. Almost a little too hard. And now I'm embarrassed. "Sorry, I just have no idea why you would subject yourself to that." I sigh. "I'd like a little bit of nothing." He says, repeating my words from last night. "I mean I guess there's nothing wrong with that...but why are you telling me this?" His gaze averts from me to the window for a few seconds before he looks back at me and shrugs his shoulders. "Don't know. But I like you, Brooklyn, so maybe you can show me around." - every chapter is based off of a taylor swift song, but you don't have to be a fan of hers to read! <3 STARTED JANUARY 2022 COMPLETED AUGUST 2022

The Abandoned Lovers by 00Tammy00

"Tell me. Why won't you tell me?" He asks and I look towards him slowly, "You didn't even talk to me until yesterday! I'm trying to make it so nobody notices me, Kingston. I don't need this." I say and he slowly turns my face towards him, closing my locker and pinning me up against it. "What if I need you?" He asks and I roll my eyes. "Nice one, Hamlet." I say, walking away from him. One of the perks of being short, easily get away from tall people. ❤︎ Kingston Brag is the blonde haired popular guy with baby blue eyes, he's the guy every girl wanted. Every. Single. One. Except for her... Summer Cynthia. She hides in the corners and under black hoodies to hide her scars and bruises, her bloody arms and cuts, she hides her life. But there is one person who is determined to know what happened to her. Kingston Brag. But he has a mission that he's running from. This book contains one sexual scene, lots of bad words, abuse, violence, all that jazz. If you don't want that don't read the book and comment how it's not appropriate or some crap like a mom. There are two lesbians, a gay man, and a bi mother, so don't freak out if you will I'd rather you not read. Also she's a walking contradiction, don't comment about it, I know. #1// badparents // November 18, 2019 #7//teendrama // February 21, 2020 #17//romance//May 08, 2020 #1//abandoned//March 29, 2021 #5//drama//May 14, 2021 #1//fiction//May 15, 2021 #1//popular//May 18, 2021 #1//chicklit//May 22, 2021 #2//highschool//February 20, 2023 #3//teen//February 20, 2023 #3//teenromance//fFebruary 20, 2023

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 // 𝐇.𝐒. by tpwkmila

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022

Stockholm Syndrome//H.S by dorkaliciousdama13

As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)

The Rich Kid ➝ h.s ( Sequel to TBK) by OnceUponABookcase

( DO NOT OPEN THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST ONE WHICH IS CALLED 'THE BLIND KID') (COVER BY @inkedtattoos :-)) " Can you take a picture with me, Harry? " I ask. I touch his arm, but he jerks away. I hadn't seen him in person in forever. I back up. His lips curl into a smirk, Ray Bans in his hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. " I'm sorta busy, " He spits, starting to walk away. I grab onto his arm again and he angrily turns around, throwing his arms in the air. " I have to go! Leave me the hell alone. You can get a picture later, " He shouts. The anger in his tone was apparent and his teeth were clenched together. I almost whimper, when he freezes. He was acting ridiculous. The sad thing was that this has been happening a lot. Everything was fine and then he started having sudden mood swings and then comes along him being rude to fans. ' Harry styles rude to fans ' made the cover of every newspaper and magazine in the world. He was screwed. He later earned respect back from people, when the whole thing blew over. I could tell he was relieved to say the least, but his ego has gotten bigger and bigger, just as his popularity grew; One directions popularity. " You sound familiar, " He whispers, gripping the bottle of scotch. I was scared it might break. " Do I know you? " He ask. I nod my head to myself, but don't say anything. He didn't need to know. I didn't want him to know. I hated that he was acting like this. The Harry I knew would never do this. I could feel a tear fall down my cheek and I turn to walk away. The air smells odd and the blinking lights twinkle in the distant. I keep walking even when I hear his voice calling for me. " Wait! Come back! " He yells. I keep walking.

The Way I Feel Inside | h.s. by winnettk

"Harry, there is not a single song that you could play of yours that I wouldn't know every word to. I love them all. I just told you that Fine Line changed my life. Take the fucking compliment." I raised my brows at her and lifted my chin up slightly. "Quite a dirty mouth you've got when you get passionate, Bee." Then I fished out my phone from my trousers, swiping to my music app and finding a song to test her with. "Every word, yeah?" I clarify, glancing to her with my eyebrows raised. She watched me, catching on to what I was doing. She smirked, then reached behind her to the small side table on the other side of the couch, pressing her finger onto what looked like a black circular Bluetooth speaker until it made a bloop noise and lit up. "Try me." She tossed the rest of the whiskey back. ~~~~ This is a fanfiction that is supposed to resemble the version of Harry that I like to imagine him to be in real life. I use real people from his life, real songs, real albums, but I do not know him personally and therefore this is 100% fictional. As of now, I don't plan on including any outlandish plot points, so it may seem boring in that regard. There is a lot of talking, a lot of staring into eyes, and some smut. I'm writing this for myself, because as Harry has said, "If you're happy doing what you're doing, no one can tell you you're not successful." So whoever finds this and wants to give it a spin, I appreciate you and I accept any and all feedback. But it's ultimately serving as a creative outlet for me. Gotta do something with the Harry obsession besides just scroll Tiktok all day ;)

Finer Things // h.s. by stilefile

My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; his pinkie wrapped in mine is a feeling I've never realised I crave so badly. Perhaps because I couldn't have it. Not until now. **** With growing up comes change and for Tilly and Harry - change was their detriment. *this story contains mature and explicit content* * COMPLETED* Highest Achievements: #1 in one #1 in onedirection #1 in hs1 #1 in secretlove #1 in harrystyles #1 in films #1 in onedirectionasthemselves

Electric Box |h.s| by GoldenGirlyyy

*MATURE CONTENT* (18+) PLEASE DON'T COPYRIGHT "Go fuck yourself Harry! this conversation is over you need to leave" I hate him so much, but I seem to not have listened to my words and thoughts as I move way closer by his lips. "All you have to do is stop with your attitude darling and turn around and slam the door in my face, but we both know you don't wanna fucking do that" He's fucking right, but I can't seem to move now as we both stare into each other's green eyes. I don't know what took over me, but all of a sudden I took him by his collar and place his lips on mine... Just at 25 Ruby Jones is a single, beautiful, sexy, shy redhead Mother and is struggling with her life. She had her son at 20 with the help of her grandparents and father of her son but no longer together because of his temper, and her parents died when she was just 5 in a car accident to a drunk driver so her life isn't easy. In general she is a stay at home body but she needs that to sort of change even if she's a mom and has responsibilities she wants to try and have fun for once. That being said she has to find a new job fast so when she finds one that makes very good pay she seriously has no idea what's about to hit her. At 27 Harry Styles the grumpy, dashing, mysterious man has it all, he's rich, ladies all over him, lives in a Penthouse in Manhattan, has two successful jobs, club owner and believe it or not a 1st grade teacher. He doesn't need to complain about life but sadly his childhood was so terrifying it scarred him forever, he'll always want to know what love feels like but he shelters himself because it's for the best. He tries to better himself starting in September, so he's getting ready for back to school night at Rockport Elementary where he teaches and he has no idea that this pacific night his entire life is about to be flipped upside down. Hope you enjoy this story GoldenGirlyyy<3 STARTED JUNE 1st 2021

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17BLACK // Larry Stylinson

"Get lost, pig. I have you know, I'm an aspiring model and I have no time for frat boys like you." "I-I'm not a frat. I'm H-Harry by t-the way." Louis only looked at him with an unamused face, raising his hand to his lips, taking a drag from his cigar. Harry was silent for a while before an idea popped in his head. "My- my band." The curly haired boy said. "My band is looking for a model." "Oh yeah? You can sing?" Louis said, blowing out the smoke from his cigar. "Y-Yeah." "Sing me a song then." Harry's eyes widened. "U-uhm, I dont have-" "C'mon. Sing." Louis pushed on. Harry gulped, nodding. "Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall you were looking out of place. Gathered up your things and slipped away. No time at all I followed you into the hall. Cigarette daydreams. You were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak. Nearly brought me to my knees." Harry sang, trying to hit the right notes in the right places. He thought he did alright. Louis smirked, biting the end of his cigar to hold it between his teeth as he neared to a nervous Harry. "Who's your manager?" "The b-blonde boy with t-the bike." Harry pointed behind him. Harry lied but he hoped Louis didn't notice that. Louis turned his attention to the boy waving at him from across the street. He nodded, looking back to Harry. "Here's my number." Louis picked out a pen from the pocket of his jean jacket and grabbed Harry's hand, starting to write his digits on Harry's palm. "Call me." He walked back to his house, winking at Harry. Harry grinned at him, blushing and turned around to his blonde, irish friend, running to him saying, "We need to make a band." ________________________________________ Inspired by the movie, Sing Street.