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A Match In Hell

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Reads 142
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Time 14m

Eighteen year old Alchemy Whitman was out on her own. No longer living in Texas with her family, she packed her bags and moved to London. 

Of course, Alchemy wasn’t expecting to end up sharing an apartment with the notorious Harry Styles. 

But then again, she wasn’t expecting to want to strangle him every time he opened his annoying trap, either. 

“Its my apartment, I’ll do whatever the hell I want!” Harry bellowed, throwing his hands up in the air. 

Alchemy stepped closer so their faces were almost too close together, Harry could smell the mint of her toothpaste. She glared at him, “Considering I’m paying half of the rent, its my apartment, too, dumbfuck,”All Rights Reserved

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You Can Hear It In The Silence by imogenleewriter

When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options: 1) Move back into student halls. 2) Become homeless. 3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates. He went with the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend. If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser. In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.

Forced To Date -Harry Styles- by Sameoldgames

"We have decided to make the two of you date" My mother's said pointing to Harry then back to me. My eyes widened at what she had to say. She had a smile on her face, one that I wanted to wipe off her face. I looked to Anne who was agreeing with my mother. I can't even look at Harry. I can't describe how much I dislike him. "You can't choose who I date" I snapped at my mother finally having the courage to stand up to her. Anger flashed across her eyes. "I do have the choice of who you date and I choose Harry. Im not going to let you go and date someone like your father" She replied back at me. "Just because your love life didn't work out, doesn't mean mine won't" She pulled me by the wrist and into the kitchen. "You will date him, got it?" She said fiercely. "Whatever" I snapped walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Who the hell does she think she is? Oh wait, My Mother. And that is how 18 year old Ashley Underwood started having a relationship with the famous Harry Styles.

Studio 3 [H.S] by dontcryharry

I never wanted to move to a big place like LA or Sydney but some opportunities come but some go as well. I took a big opportunity when I took an internship in California. I didn't know what I was doing, but who really knows when you're 22 and 2 years into University degree? Music, like lots of people, was my safe space and I didn't like to open up much. But you meet people that help you to trust and open up and for me, that was Harry Styles written: september 2020 - august 2021

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

My Ex-Stepfather by shyla_stories

Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.

Shared Apartment by itstilliswhatitis

Harry needed a place to live and was getting desperate. That was when he found an ad online with an odd solution. A guy named Louis was renting out his place to someone with a 9-17 job. He worked nights. So they would share the flat (and bed) but not at the same time. That could actually work! So Harry moved in without even meeting the guy. They started leaving notes to each other and Harry was intrigued by the stranger he was living with. Would they ever meet in person? I read a book once (real one, not fanfiction) with this theme and I totally stole the idea. Sorry. Purely fictional. Some smut warning.

The neighbor by itstilliswhatitis

@Lily_pad6472 asked me to write a story where Harry and Louis both are single parents and neighbors. After his wife passed away Louis took his three kids and moved to London to get away. One day he gets a new neighbor, someone with a baby who cries nonstop. He can't have that. The paper-thin walls make it hard for his kids to sleep when that baby won't stop crying. He knocks on the neighbor's door, just to be met by the most gorgeous man he has ever laid eyes on. Purely fictional. Smut warning!

Unpredictable Love by 1D_Bolden

Through the closed blinds of Karleigh's window, I can see her silhouette shuffling around the room. Scanning the ground around me I find a small pebble. With a chuckle I toss the pebble at the window right in front of me. Finding more and more stones and pebbles, I continue my process of showering her window with the annoying clicks and clacks of rocks. The silhouette moves to the window and instantly the blinds are yanked up, to the top of the window. Karleigh's ocean blue eyes meet mine through the glass of the window. She lets out a long sigh, and unlocks the window so she can open it. The glass is pushed upwards and I smile, stepping closer Karleigh. "What the hell are you doing?" She demands. I laugh and chuckle, giving her a small shrug. "I'm trying to get your attention by throwing rocks at your window, you know, like the movies." I smile stupidly at her. She's trying to fight back her smile, but she's failing. "Harry, in the movies they throw rocks to the windows on the second floor. I only have a one story house." She rolls her eyes. "I realize that, but I figured that would just make it easier for me to climb inside your window." The smug smile on my face is obvious.

Sensory And Touch Therapy by itstilliswhatitis

I had this prompt suggested to me years ago. Unfortunately, the person who suggested it got lost in my DM's and I'm sorry about that. If you recognize your suggestion, please contact me so I can give you credit. ♥️ I don't remember much from the suggestion. Just that one of them is a solo artist and touch deprived and the other one is a professional cuddler. I might have twisted it around but I focused on that. Harry always wanted to be an artist and when he finally gets signed to a label it has strings attached. He has to hide his omega status. He's willing to make that sacrifice. His manager Jeff made sure that he was only surrounded by betas and that he used a beta masking spray. Harry was so busy touring he didn't have time for any personal relationships. Finally, the consequences of his choices caught up with him. After waking up one night in excruciating pain and being brought to the hospital the doctor told him that he suffered from a condition called Severe Touch deprivation. Every fiber in his body hurts from the lightest touch. The only thing that could help him now was something called Sensory and Touch Therapy. That was how the alpha Louis Tomlinson stepped into his life. He was his new therapist. Warnings: Smut

Escape(Harry Styles) by tomlinseraph

*This story is set in the 1950's-1960's and based on the real mystery of Alcatraz.* Twenty year old Hazel doesnt know what else to do with her life after shes kicked out of college. She asks for help from her parents who are in charge of the deadliest prison in America, which is where shes offered a job as the prison psychologist. Shes disgusted and terrified at the idea of working with rapists and murderers, but goes along with it anyway since her father is the warden. Once she starts working, she runs into a group of youngsters who look innocent and harmless to her and she befriends them. After getting to know them, and even developing a crush one one named Harry, she is convinced that they should be let free. How far will she go to do what she thinks is right? {slowly being edited} {{my username is obviously different, deal with it}}

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You Can Hear It In The Silence

When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options: 1) Move back into student halls. 2) Become homeless. 3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates. He went with the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend. If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser. In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.