Hard candy- extras // Harry Styles
  • Reads 4,542
  • Votes 69
  • Parts 4
  • Time 6m
  • Reads 4,542
  • Votes 69
  • Parts 4
  • Time 6m
Complete, First published Jan 03, 2022
Mature
*hard candy extras, mainly based on tumblr prompts
*can be read as stand-alones
*these are intended to better understand harry's character (before meeting Gabrielle)
*original fic here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/290129190-hard-candy-harry-styles
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Hard candy- extras // Harry Styles to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Entrapped . HS by ChsngLilies
37 parts Ongoing Mature
*** This is a the Entitled story told from Harris Sinclair's perspective. So, it's sort of a sequel. Sinclair Publishing House was a family business for everyone in the family except Arthur Sinclair's youngest son, Harris. Harris wanted nothing to do with it, which was fine until his grandfather left Arthur in charge with a rather problematic contingency- one that required all heirs to the family inheritance to work for the company for five years. Should one heir decide to forego their five year requirement, the company would be sold and they would see nothing from the profits of the sale. His father neglected to tell Harris of the contingency because he wanted him to be able to choose his life path without the pressure of family obligation. On the eve of his graduation from NYU (with his masters in Photography), his grandfather gave him the news his father didn't want to. Harris' loyalty to his family caused him to set aside all his plans and take an editor job at the publishing house. He'd do his time, but he'd be anything but happy about doing so, especially because he didn't know the first thing about being an editor. Enter his new assistant, Wyatt Tate. Wyatt was desperate for a job- any job. After the rent was raised in the apartment she shared with her father and siblings in Brooklyn, she took a job that she was over qualified for. Her grad school classmate, Hannah, was able to get her an interview to be an assistant editor at Sinclair publishing house. Her entitled 'boss' hired her because she was the only applicant that wasn't male. She made it clear, on day one, that she wasn't in the habit of taking orders from anyone, let alone a man who didn't know how to do his job. A job that she would kill to have, but he just walked into because of his last name. Would they be able to figure out a way to work side-by-side, doing jobs that they both disliked, for the promise of something better down the road?
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Dark. cover
Rented  cover
[Blue Archive] And Where All Hatred Begins cover
Almost There cover
𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 • 𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 cover
Have A Little Faith (Harry Styles FanFic) cover
The Brink of Minds | Tim Bradford cover
The Exchange Student (Harry Styles FanFiction) cover
Entrapped . HS cover
𝑴𝒊𝒏-𝒆 || Min Ho x Reader cover

Dark.

61 parts Complete Mature

“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.