Harry Styles Short Stories & One Shots
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† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.
harry styles fanfiction
please leave comments and vote! you are reading free material, so it's the least you can doConcluida
multi-fandom oneshots 😈💋
Hello my lovelies! This is my new collections of one shots for any fictional or real person you can think of. Just send me requests/ideas for a oneshot you'd like and I'll make it happen. Follow my Instagram for direct messages! @toxictypewriter CAUTION: THIS CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, READERS PROCEED AT THEIR OWN RISK Basically, the whole point of this book is written in support of a single phrase: "I don't watch porn. I read it like a f*cking lady." Enjoy!!
Four Years (Finished)
When I walked away that day I swore I'd never see Harry's face again. But I guess when two people are meant to be together, fate will stop at nothing to get them together. So if Harry and I were meant to be together then why did I say no that night? Why did I run away? Why didn't Harry chase after me? Why did fate take four years to bring us back together? Why did fate bring her? [Check out the sequel: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/7107505-forever-and-always]Concluida
Their Mate!
Werewolves and mate? What is going on. "What do you mean? Werewolves aren't real" Is all I manage to get out. All of the boys sighs. "That's not true. Look here" Liam says. When I have my eyes fixed one him his eyes changes colour to a red kind of colour. "I'm Liam's wolf Zalfur. It's a pleasure to meet you" Liam smiles brightly and he takes my hand. "My mate is indeed very beautiful" He says. This is so weird. "Ah thank you" I'm so confused by all of this. What is a mate? "Zalfur don't touch her" Niall growls or is that Niall his eyes are lighter than before. He notices me starring at him and he smiles. "Hi I'm Niall's wolf Felv" Nialls wide smile is contagious. I smile back at him. "H-hi" I say my voice a bit shaky from all of this. I hope you'll like this book :) (:Concluida
𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | 𝐇.𝐏.
𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. ;) 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ;) 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒀/𝑵. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 : 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @ScribblingQuills
† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.
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